I guess I don't give a shit about Noctis. Which is why I did him the favour of removing myself from his family.
I know nothing about Pyra because, despite opening up and telling her deeply personal things in answer to her prying questions, she would deflect every attempt of learning anything about her. Then she wonders why I am cold and distant, as if I'm meant to spill all my secrets to her like everyone else does. I already gave her more than enough. More than I was comfortable with. I was not given the same courtesy of trust in return, and so I am done with her.
I tried to make it work, but I was tired of being the only one to make any compromises. She keeps doing the same thing over and over without success. She does not change. I cannot blame her for being ignorant, but I can blame her for remaining that way. I am allowed to not like someone. It's allowed, isn't it?
I do not have a family I was born with. I did not exist, and then I did. I had no memories. I had knowledge but no context. I lived in the streets of Ul'dah, alone, starving, and afraid.
When I was three months old I woke to a man dragging me up by my hair. He held a knife to my throat. I grabbed the blade and killed him with it. It was the first time I ever hurt anyone, but if I didn't fight I would have been sold.
A few months later I was found by the organization that would become my family, but Pyra reminds me of that night and the weeks preceding it.
Why would I talk to Ardyn about this? He adores Noctis and Pyra. I would not involve him in this, even if he knew enough to help.
I have Hades and I have Ardbert. I have Hythlo and Peki and Seto. I don't need anything else. They are the best things life has to offer, and are far more than I deserve.
cw: reference to human trafficking bc eorzea kinda sucks
I know nothing about Pyra because, despite opening up and telling her deeply personal things in answer to her prying questions, she would deflect every attempt of learning anything about her. Then she wonders why I am cold and distant, as if I'm meant to spill all my secrets to her like everyone else does. I already gave her more than enough. More than I was comfortable with. I was not given the same courtesy of trust in return, and so I am done with her.
I tried to make it work, but I was tired of being the only one to make any compromises. She keeps doing the same thing over and over without success. She does not change. I cannot blame her for being ignorant, but I can blame her for remaining that way. I am allowed to not like someone. It's allowed, isn't it?
I do not have a family I was born with. I did not exist, and then I did. I had no memories. I had knowledge but no context. I lived in the streets of Ul'dah, alone, starving, and afraid.
When I was three months old I woke to a man dragging me up by my hair. He held a knife to my throat. I grabbed the blade and killed him with it. It was the first time I ever hurt anyone, but if I didn't fight I would have been sold.
A few months later I was found by the organization that would become my family, but Pyra reminds me of that night and the weeks preceding it.
Why would I talk to Ardyn about this? He adores Noctis and Pyra. I would not involve him in this, even if he knew enough to help.
I have Hades and I have Ardbert. I have Hythlo and Peki and Seto. I don't need anything else. They are the best things life has to offer, and are far more than I deserve.