[You know what, he shrugs at that statement. Because she isn't wrong, but not quite 100% right. (But how does one explain a car to someone who's likely never seen one before?)
Noctis bows his head at the comment, his grip on the railing tightening ever so slightly. He shouldn't have mentioned her so flippantly, and yet... the words escaped him before he even thought about it.]
Any pretense of political arrangements died long ago.
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Noctis bows his head at the comment, his grip on the railing tightening ever so slightly. He shouldn't have mentioned her so flippantly, and yet... the words escaped him before he even thought about it.]
Any pretense of political arrangements died long ago.