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There had been a day for Holly to process the mithryl, and, once returned to Cape Caem, a little more time for the final repairs to be done to the boat, days that seemed to stretch out with a certain undeniable tension to them. After all, at this point, considering how much had already happened, the chocobros were convinced that anything could happen. And this late in the game, anything that could happen was likely to set them back even further than they already were.
But, thankfully, nothing did happen. At least, when it came to their plans, it was a good thing, but it was less encouraging when nothing was happening with the communicator, despite Prompto's continued tinkering with it. He'd even gained a helper in Talcott, although, really, all the boy did was prattle on with various stories, mostly about his grandfather, but Prompto appreciated the company. He liked the kid a lot, even if it did make him feel an uncomfortable twist in his chest over the fact that all those wholesome little musings of him and Liz settling down and starting their own family were quickly starting to feel like hopeless dreams.
( But then the boat was ready… )
Talcott's call, in particular, reached them the strongest. "Your Majesty!"
"What's up?" Noctis called back, with a faint grin on his face.
"Please!" Talcott shouted. "Come back soon! We need our king!"
Maybe it was the fact that they were finally on their way. Maybe it was the hope and confidence that the people around him had instilled in him. Maybe it was just the brothers at his side and the feeling that not all was lost after all, that Lucis still lived on, and they weren't giving it up without a fight. But Noctis nearly laughed as her shouted out his response, "Yeah! Count on it!"
[[ standard terms and services apply, swiped from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 8 - Seaworthy
Also I know what day it is. ]]
But, thankfully, nothing did happen. At least, when it came to their plans, it was a good thing, but it was less encouraging when nothing was happening with the communicator, despite Prompto's continued tinkering with it. He'd even gained a helper in Talcott, although, really, all the boy did was prattle on with various stories, mostly about his grandfather, but Prompto appreciated the company. He liked the kid a lot, even if it did make him feel an uncomfortable twist in his chest over the fact that all those wholesome little musings of him and Liz settling down and starting their own family were quickly starting to feel like hopeless dreams.
( But then the boat was ready… )
Talcott's call, in particular, reached them the strongest. "Your Majesty!"
"What's up?" Noctis called back, with a faint grin on his face.
"Please!" Talcott shouted. "Come back soon! We need our king!"
Maybe it was the fact that they were finally on their way. Maybe it was the hope and confidence that the people around him had instilled in him. Maybe it was just the brothers at his side and the feeling that not all was lost after all, that Lucis still lived on, and they weren't giving it up without a fight. But Noctis nearly laughed as her shouted out his response, "Yeah! Count on it!"
[[ standard terms and services apply, swiped from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 8 - Seaworthy
Also I know what day it is. ]]
