[ Noctis' gaze flickers to the book, shut tight and not for prying eyes. He looks back at him, Uchiha Sasuke, a few years younger than he is and yet his book's thicker, fuller -- if the contents of his own book is anything to go by, nothing in what he holds is even remotely pleasant. And perhaps, all of it true. ]
Because they can.
[ He says simply. It leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and Noctis has been quietly searching for a way to find out who they are, keeping tabs on the network, paying close attention to anything that unfolds. Now, however, he cannot help but notice that the book's taking its own toll on him, ghosts dredged up with child-like viciousness. ]
You can't let it get to you, [ Easier said than done. ] Ever considered setting fire to it?
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Because they can.
[ He says simply. It leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and Noctis has been quietly searching for a way to find out who they are, keeping tabs on the network, paying close attention to anything that unfolds. Now, however, he cannot help but notice that the book's taking its own toll on him, ghosts dredged up with child-like viciousness. ]
You can't let it get to you, [ Easier said than done. ] Ever considered setting fire to it?