[ It's a surprisingly raw moment. Not what Aranea had expected when she'd shot off her question. She holds off on answering right away, another furtive glance over shoulder to make sure they're not spotted or otherwise pursued. Has she been putting too much pressure on him? He disappointed her greatly by saying he would tell Noctis about the Oracle's fate and then - in her point of view - sidestepping the issue cowardly, allowing Ardyn to wield it like a weapon. Like she had predicted he would. It had come to blows, near bloodshed, bent limbs.
Since then, she's thought that she should have done it herself. If she had stepped over Prompto altogether and told Noctis herself about the repercussions of Altissia falling, it may not have been as gentle, but it wouldn't have been that.
The more she's around them, the more she finds faults in these young men. Cleaning up their messes is wholly uninteresting to her. ... or so she tells herself, but asks a question regardless - ]
You think you're different?
[ Up the next flight of stairs. Aranea steps a bit closer, purposefully shielding Prompto and the girl as they step in through the window. ]
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Since then, she's thought that she should have done it herself. If she had stepped over Prompto altogether and told Noctis herself about the repercussions of Altissia falling, it may not have been as gentle, but it wouldn't have been that.
The more she's around them, the more she finds faults in these young men. Cleaning up their messes is wholly uninteresting to her. ... or so she tells herself, but asks a question regardless - ]
You think you're different?
[ Up the next flight of stairs. Aranea steps a bit closer, purposefully shielding Prompto and the girl as they step in through the window. ]