That was not exactly how he would have wanted to receive any form of bad news. Not sandwiched between other bad information like it was a checklist. Nyx felt everything screech to a halt in his mind, hand going still on the Chocobo.

"She's dead."

War had casualties, of course. Insomnia fell and thousands died. Friends died, people who had families. There was just a certain level of pain that came with working so hard to keep someone alive then to find out they had died.

He needed to sit down. The Chocobo pushes it's head forward to nuzzle against his head and he closes his eyes for a moment.

"...Yes. I know him, the prince's steward."