He can't say he disagrees entirely with that. He is alive. And he recalls very clearly the doctors being surprised that's the case. Hell, he was just a few days from being put on life-support. But Noctis has noticed that often times in his life. Stories of it being so likely he wouldn't make it, suffering until the very last breath until somehow a miracle hits and he's back to just hanging by a thread. Rather than a footstep from the grave.
It's because of this that Ardyn's advice falls a bit flat in terms of its motivational purposes. But he can at least know right from wrong, and lingering on what little he remembers will only slow his progress down. If he's alive for it, he's better off chasing the best chances possible. ]
Takin' it day by day and all that.
[ Noctis' words, as usual, seem as if they are breathed out. Forced to sound cool and aloof, careless despite the fact that he's lost nearly a year of his life within just a few months. The doctors always urge against going outdoors and doing overly strenuous activities, but these are the same people who can't pinpoint what his disease is either.
So, whatever, they're a bunch of quacks. Noctis acts calm and casual because what else is he supposed to be?
Ah, well, the focus goes immediately on the smell of cooking meat in the distance. Fresh produce creating a colorful swirl of hues in the distance which bring promise of his first non-microwaved or feeding tube-administered meal in weeks. ]
Crowded.
[ But there's that quality that makes him internally cringe. ]
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He can't say he disagrees entirely with that. He is alive. And he recalls very clearly the doctors being surprised that's the case. Hell, he was just a few days from being put on life-support. But Noctis has noticed that often times in his life. Stories of it being so likely he wouldn't make it, suffering until the very last breath until somehow a miracle hits and he's back to just hanging by a thread. Rather than a footstep from the grave.
It's because of this that Ardyn's advice falls a bit flat in terms of its motivational purposes. But he can at least know right from wrong, and lingering on what little he remembers will only slow his progress down. If he's alive for it, he's better off chasing the best chances possible. ]
Takin' it day by day and all that.
[ Noctis' words, as usual, seem as if they are breathed out. Forced to sound cool and aloof, careless despite the fact that he's lost nearly a year of his life within just a few months. The doctors always urge against going outdoors and doing overly strenuous activities, but these are the same people who can't pinpoint what his disease is either.
So, whatever, they're a bunch of quacks. Noctis acts calm and casual because what else is he supposed to be?
Ah, well, the focus goes immediately on the smell of cooking meat in the distance. Fresh produce creating a colorful swirl of hues in the distance which bring promise of his first non-microwaved or feeding tube-administered meal in weeks. ]
Crowded.
[ But there's that quality that makes him internally cringe. ]