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No?

[She glances over at him.]

Tell me what else.

Mm-mm

[ He taps at the steering wheel. ]

I fought a giant demon-lion called a Behemoth. Named Deadeye.

I had a giant sword and... Prompto was there.

[Ah. Rosalind's eyes widen, and she stares over at Noctis for a long few seconds.]

. . . anyone else?

[Are they all from the same place, then? Ardyn and Prompto and Noctis? But why them? What makes them different? Rosalind's fingers curl and uncurl against her lap.]

[ He flips on his signal for a left turn, careful on the road. Noctis nods. ]

Yeah, but I couldn't really make them out. There were two other guys.

Prompto was the only one I could see clearly. I heard someone calling out for him, but I couldn't put the voice to a face.

[But no Ardyn. Rosalind wonders if she ought to bring him up, but . . . no. Let Prompto do that. She doesn't even know if Noctis knows Ardyn, and there's no sense in scaring him pointlessly. This is enough.]

A sword sounds anachronistic, especially since-- didn't Prompto have a gun?

[He damn well did, she knows that for a fact.]

[ Noctis offers nothing more than a mere shrug to the thought of timelines wherever that memory came from. He flips on his signal, coming close to their destination. ]

I had the same exact thought.

[ He exhales a short laugh. ]

Yeah. Has a gun. In his backpack.

All the time now, apparently.

[ BROUGHT IT TO HIS HOUSE. ]

He's carrying it around?

[Good grief. Rosalind pulls a face, not particularly pleased by that thought.]

. . . well. Guns and swords aside: is it any comfort to have seen him in your memories?

[It's an honest question. She doesn't know if she'd be terrified or relieved to see, say, Fawkes with her other self.]

[ Noctis scrunches his nose in agreement-- He's not exactly a huge fan of the gun either, but it had/has a purpose, he guesses. Noctis turns in to the parking lot of the restaurant. ]

It's... Unloaded, I guess?

[ He's buying the guy a gun safe. There's just no way he'll settle with that thing rattling around in his best friend's backpack like that.

He parks the car, taking a second to find the answer to Rosalind's question. ]

Actually?

... Yeah. But it's sort of overridden by that other memory with the Crystal.

I didn't get a good feeling about it. It seemed... I don't know, critical? I might as well have been touching a bomb strong enough to detonate the world or something.

So what happens to him, then? You know?

[She nods. She can understand that feeling, god knows: not because she's seen anyone in her memories, but because she's been caught up in a confusion of grief and fear for the man she keeps seeing within them.]

Come on.

[She has no answer for his question, and so she nods towards the restaurant.]

I'll even pay, if you promise to get something mildly healthy. And you can tell me more about the Behemoth you two fought.

[ Yeah, probably best to deviate away from the bad thoughts. That's been a challenge since Rosalind reached out to him. Noctis wears a weak little smile for her, nodding in turn as he unbuckles his seat belt. ]

Deal.

[ Except, he's going to do the bare minimum and order something that he can pick the vegetables out of. Don't underestimate the extent of his aversion.

Noctis gets out of the car, swinging around to open the door for Rosalind. ]

Ready?

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