[ Noctis says dryly; this whole place gives him the creeps, and he can't help but hate that he doesn't know how to stop whatever it is from happening, how to prevent them from forgetting more than they already have. It's like quicksand, right? The more you move in here, the faster you sink, is that it? He hates the idea of that, and thinks that if it hadn't been for Ignis, who knows what will become of him, slow and steadily forgetting everything?
He just hopes, Six, that this thing reverses itself when they're out of this place. He writes down "I am Ignis" on his palm in clear letters; and yes, he's noticed how deft and quick he is, how adept he is, dismissing the weapon with a practiced, efficient flick of his wrist. It's a nice trick, and under normal circumstances, Noctis would probably comment -- but now, they need to get out of here before worse things happen to them. Pushing his sleeve up, he continues, "Here with Noctis, finding a way out of the house. House steals memories. We need to get out."
There. ]
All right, now we'll just have to look down at our arm if we forget. [ Noctis says briskly, quite pleased with his handiwork even if his handwriting could definitely stand to be better. ] Come help me with mine?
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[ Noctis says dryly; this whole place gives him the creeps, and he can't help but hate that he doesn't know how to stop whatever it is from happening, how to prevent them from forgetting more than they already have. It's like quicksand, right? The more you move in here, the faster you sink, is that it? He hates the idea of that, and thinks that if it hadn't been for Ignis, who knows what will become of him, slow and steadily forgetting everything?
He just hopes, Six, that this thing reverses itself when they're out of this place. He writes down "I am Ignis" on his palm in clear letters; and yes, he's noticed how deft and quick he is, how adept he is, dismissing the weapon with a practiced, efficient flick of his wrist. It's a nice trick, and under normal circumstances, Noctis would probably comment -- but now, they need to get out of here before worse things happen to them. Pushing his sleeve up, he continues, "Here with Noctis, finding a way out of the house. House steals memories. We need to get out."
There. ]
All right, now we'll just have to look down at our arm if we forget. [ Noctis says briskly, quite pleased with his handiwork even if his handwriting could definitely stand to be better. ] Come help me with mine?