Ultimius Spiritus
Last Breath
Sometimes your best is all you can give…
Noctis stared her down as he held his blade at his side. She stood confident, as if she found resolve with her decision.
She was still.
He was timid.
One time, she had called him cold, but now all he could see in her eyes were ice.
Not anger.
Which only fueled his fire inside, because he had every right to be…so why wasn't she?
"Why are you so quiet?" he asked, as his voice broke the silence so suddenly, it scared even him.
He didn't receive an answer.
There was absolutely nothing in her eyes. He couldn't read her.
Maybe that was what was killing him the most. Before this he knew her inside out, front cover to back.
Every single page.
Now she was like a dictionary, forcing him to find words to describe her now, only problem was that dictionaries have 30,000 pages.
"Will you not fight?" she asked, finally releasing the lock on her lips.
"No…" Noctis replied as his eyes cast down at the cement of the Intersection.
"Then why is you're sword still drawn? Why does the power of the Crystal still float around you in the shape of particles?" she asked. It came off emotionless, but demanding at the same time.
That's when the fire erupted, "Do you realize what you and I are about to do?" That was when he realized it was the first time he yelled at her, but he didn't mean to.
"Do you?" he demanded again, "One of us, will NOT come out of this alive, Stella!"
But it was if nothing he said was phasing her. As if she knew all the consequences and found her own way to come to terms with them.
"You are not my enemy, Stella. You never were..." he told her.
"But you are mine. So, come, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Fight me."