But how much more devastating to him would it be to hear that their Star bleeds in the night? How Eos cries for the one who will restore the Dawn at long last? How the last vestiges of humanity, pushed into crumbling structures with artificial light, continuously fight against an immortal horde? Without the light, without resources, it is a losing battle. A slow one, but a painful and sure one.
Or.
Would Noctis knowing this desperation and devastation encourage him to work harder for a means to return?
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Know this: I have seen you sit the throne. [ Somnus says, stops, then begins again. His tone is somber. ] The future waits for you. Seek it, before it is too late for our Star.
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But how much more devastating to him would it be to hear that their Star bleeds in the night? How Eos cries for the one who will restore the Dawn at long last? How the last vestiges of humanity, pushed into crumbling structures with artificial light, continuously fight against an immortal horde? Without the light, without resources, it is a losing battle. A slow one, but a painful and sure one.
Or.
Would Noctis knowing this desperation and devastation encourage him to work harder for a means to return?
... ]
Know this: I have seen you sit the throne. [ Somnus says, stops, then begins again. His tone is somber. ] The future waits for you. Seek it, before it is too late for our Star.