It Was Always Enough
And who cares if I'm coming back alive?
So what, 'least I have the strength to fight
xXx
Mirrored in Regis' eyes is Noctis, the father beholding the son with such distress that Noctis wants to curl up and cry. He has always caused his father pain, ever since he was a child.
And yet, he doesn't back down, sitting upright on the throne that suddenly feels both impossibly large, yet perfectly sized. He raises his eyes, straightening his shoulders, smiling the best he can through the blazing pain, strain, sorrow.
He has walked tall. With a proud, proud smile, Regis is a normal father for one moment, before his spirit plunges his blade into his son's heart.
