[The number one gentleman that will one day rescue a princess! Though nobody knows that yet. Not even Ignis. There's barely a sound from him as Nyx speaks, save for changing gear again as he joins a freeway- and the sound of the engine accelerating. Once he's comfortably traveling at speed, he lays off the gas. And he speaks- eyes still on the road.]
I understand the latter well enough. I was moved here to live with my uncle while I was prepared for my role. The Citadel shortly after that. He tells me that he does similar things with his wage.
[He states it matter-of-factly. And he is brisk about it. Because unlike Nyx, he doesn't have the attachment- even the memory- of life before the Citadel. He was too young to. The sterile environment, expressionless statues, and the urban, neon sprawl of the outside was all he'd remembered... and likewise, all he wanted.]
Regardless, whether you're here for another year or another ten, it's irresponsible to live in a manner where you're wrestling with things for the sake of sleeping. Not to the Crown, not to your family. But for you. Would they be content to see you as you are?
they bring him joy! they're fine! i hope!
I understand the latter well enough. I was moved here to live with my uncle while I was prepared for my role. The Citadel shortly after that. He tells me that he does similar things with his wage.
[He states it matter-of-factly. And he is brisk about it. Because unlike Nyx, he doesn't have the attachment- even the memory- of life before the Citadel. He was too young to. The sterile environment, expressionless statues, and the urban, neon sprawl of the outside was all he'd remembered... and likewise, all he wanted.]
Regardless, whether you're here for another year or another ten, it's irresponsible to live in a manner where you're wrestling with things for the sake of sleeping. Not to the Crown, not to your family. But for you. Would they be content to see you as you are?