Act 1

Scene 1 (In a car returning to the home of Noctis)

Butler: Noctis…Noctis… Prince Noctis wake up. (Noctis wakes up) We're almost there. Did you hear about Amarath's annexing?

Noctis: Amarath's conquering, you mean. There is no sense in calling it annexing at this point.

Butler: You and your pessimism. I was just trying to make conversation.

Noctis: First of all, it's not pessimism, its pragmatism. Secondly, it's odd that a butler would open a casual conversation with such a thing.

Butler: I know how you are when you have just woken up, groggy and brooding. Besides, we have not talked alone for some time.

Noctis: Well, if we're going to talk, let's talk about something other than politics and war.

Butler: Hmm... Not much else to talk about, I'm afraid. Maybe I should do as your father always tells me and keep quiet.

Noctis: Maybe, but somehow I doubt you will follow through on that.

Butler: Fine, just watch me. I won't talk for the rest of the ride.

Noctis: (Aside) Noctis. A fine name to give to me. It means night; I don't know if my father could tell I would be a dark person or if it somehow just fit me. Either way, it is both fitting and ironic, as everyone thinks of me as broody and spoiled. I am many things, but I don't consider myself pessimistic or broody. I see things for what they are: the world is a tough place to live. Regardless of social status, nobody can escape their fate. We will all die eventually, but then why is it that people waste what time they have with hating others. We all have irreconcilable differences, but it is not our differences that cause us to feel this hate. It is our refusal to accept them that brings us to war. Soon, I fear that this is what this world might come to. My entire country on the brink of war with the World Nation, It is their refusal to accept us that drives them to pushing us this far. The only reason they haven't bombed us already is because they want us to start it. They want us to take the blame for our own end. I just don't get it. We should be capable of accepting our differences. I just don't get it.

Butler: I see you're still brooding. But hey, some women like the dark type.

Noctis: I see you didn't make good on your claim of being quiet. My so called "brooding" is not for attracting women; I don't even have an interest for a relationship. Too many complications and not enough rewards.

Butler: You know most people have lived a bit longer before becoming so cynical. I have worked under your father for 15 years and you have never been this down. All joking aside I do care for you. I feel like I have become your second father.

Noctis: Yeah, I hear you. Thanks for sticking by me all this time… and I'm not cynical I just see things for what they are.