[A gentle sigh leaves Regis as he embraces Noct. He missed his son. He missed him terribly. Even though he sent him off with a smile, Regis knew it would be the last time he would ever see Noctis again. This saddened him to his core. He took his melancholy to his death knowing full well of the miserable fate that would await him. He wanted Noctis to live his own life. While it was paramount for Eos to be saved, he really just wanted his son to live and be free. He hugs the boy–no, young man tightly with all of his feeble might. He isn't as strong as he once was, a lingering effect of the Crystal’s terrible power. Nevertheless, he’s strong enough to give his son a proper hug.
There’s much that needs to be said between them but for now, Regis is content to remain silent. He gently cards his fingers through Noctis’s hair in a vain attempt to tame those unruly spikes. He’ll never understand why young people wear their hair like this but he’s grateful for the chance to bother those familiar black strands. Despite how unruly and rebellious the youth might be, he’s still Regis’s dear son.]
You’ve become so strong.
[He mutters as he recalls how well Noctis fought against the minosaur.]
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There’s much that needs to be said between them but for now, Regis is content to remain silent. He gently cards his fingers through Noctis’s hair in a vain attempt to tame those unruly spikes. He’ll never understand why young people wear their hair like this but he’s grateful for the chance to bother those familiar black strands. Despite how unruly and rebellious the youth might be, he’s still Regis’s dear son.]
You’ve become so strong.
[He mutters as he recalls how well Noctis fought against the minosaur.]
I don’t believe we ever fought together before.