Nyx was silent, listening to the Chocobo's breathing and soft squawking. He straightens himself, pulling in a breath. Whatever had happened after Lunafreya departed from Insomnia was out of his control. As upset--No. As angry as he was there was nothing to be done now.

This was why when people died for a cause, for a person that they shouldn't some how find out if it was failed or not. In the moment it felt righteous and full of hope. Now it felt empty.

"The only way to go is forward."

That was all he could think to say on it. What grand words could he say to make the moment feel lighter? He had no words of wisdom or sense of pride. His efforts felt wasted for the moment at the least.

She lived, for however longer it had been. When Nyx's head cleared he would be able to process that fact with a more accepting frame of mind.

"Or.. as forward as one can go. Considering you're here and not there."