[The page of the book gets a glance that he feels almost embarrassed seeing. Not because it's childishly gory or tragic. It's too personal. He wouldn't want anyone else to have a big, long gander at the pages in his own book. For a moment, his eyes starts to lower, brows pinching, but then he just lifts them back to Noctis' face instead.
Fine. He gets the point.]
I'm not here to make friends.
[Those have been abandoned. He stood on top of Madara's statue, ready to cut the last friend out of him, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was in a well staring at the sky.]
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Fine. He gets the point.]
I'm not here to make friends.
[Those have been abandoned. He stood on top of Madara's statue, ready to cut the last friend out of him, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was in a well staring at the sky.]