[ It'd been a shot in the dark, literally, yelling like that. He'd hoped, sure, that something would answer, hoped that this terrible and misplaced weather could be so easily tamed with no more than a mindless, desperate shout. That's not quite what happens, but something does answer, and Noct has to pause for a moment.
An answer. That's more than he'd expected. Faster than he'd expected, but this is him, not complaining. For once. For now.
He squints into the whiteout. He can't even feel his face anymore, and he's not entirely sure if his mouth is even moving when he tries to answer back to what he swears are-- feet? Bare feet? ]
I want you to-- to cut this out. This is your doing, isn't it? [ Even if it isn't, Noct's running on fumes and running out of time. Best to get it all out, just in case. ]
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An answer. That's more than he'd expected. Faster than he'd expected, but this is him, not complaining. For once. For now.
He squints into the whiteout. He can't even feel his face anymore, and he's not entirely sure if his mouth is even moving when he tries to answer back to what he swears are-- feet? Bare feet? ]
I want you to-- to cut this out. This is your doing, isn't it? [ Even if it isn't, Noct's running on fumes and running out of time. Best to get it all out, just in case. ]