In the evening, Noctis was full of dismay and anger.
By the morning, he was in a low and somber mood, savoring tea in the courtyard of the inn with a distant expression on his face. Snuggle was keeping him company, hidden from sight in the draping of his colorful robe — the little doll did not say anything, so Shadow was not sure what her purpose in staying with the youth was.
It was a bit unfamiliar not to feel her tiny weight in his pocket, though… not that he minded.
Surely, he did not mind one bit.
In any case, Shadow had a lot to think about, as well. The conversation with the Altar Sage had stirred his memories, and those memories refused to leave him be.
'Who doesn't want to be immortal?'
Shadow smiled bitterly.
Among his countless lives, there were some that had been cursed to last forever — even if none did, in the end.
