Date: 2020-01-26 11:06 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: ℐ π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ 𝒢𝒻𝓇𝒢𝒾𝒹 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ (unsureβ˜…β„¬π’Άπ’·π“Ž)
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(Noctis felt his actions gave him the reward of feeling useful. He had many endless days and nights here where he couldn't and didn't do anything for anyone. Even more events where he did just for himself. So, taking care of Peter and being the one to protect him, care for him, and dress his wounds made him feel like he had a purpose again.

Just like he felt outside of the hotel looking in at all the chaos. If he could do something good here, if he could save people and demons from the explosions then it would bring meaning to his existence here in Hell. Friendships were always something he craved and depended on so he endeavored here to make friends and he had met some really great people here. Some have gone and some are still around. He couldn't dwell on those that left, he knew that then but he's able to be in a better head space about it now. What mattered were those people who remained, and more so those now who needed help.

Noct takes a step back to watch Peter inspect the bandages with his hands. He's feeling less panicked about Peter's injury now that it's all wrapped up. The comment gets Noct to snort and he brings his eyes up at Peter and shakes his head.
) You and I still need to get out of here. You can't sit out just yet.
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