[ Gladio nods quietly, interrupting it only with a deep, thoughtful rumble in his throat. He's a foreigner here, and rumors that getting close to one could kill doesn't help. ]
Can't really fault them for that.
[ Insomnia has done worse for less. But he won't wax political, and he's not about to speak poorly of the dead -- The king did what he had to do to protect his son, the heir whose burden of fate he shares. Besides, Nyx is from Galahd, and that kind of topic might strike a bit too close to home. ]
Malachite, right. And the silence only makes me more curious.
[ He studies the server's expression for a moment and notes the tremor in their hands. He thanks him with a friendly warmth that also disappears into concern the moment he turns his back to them. ] Guess that explains why I keep striking out.
The way Lib's been growling at them? Nah, I can't really.
[ Okay, that's a bit unfair to Libertus; it's the second time both of them have been met with wariness and suspicion from people who are supposedly helping them. Nyx was always the type to try to play it off with charm and ignoring the problem. His brother? Not so much.
When Gladio mentions striking out, Nyx chuckles. ]
One of the uh, scientists explained it to me. That Manna stuff we can make - they can't, without it pulling directly from their body or something like that. Apparently addiction to that feeling is an actual problem they're trying to address still.
[ He raises his shoulders in another shrug. ]
I don't know enough about their science here to question it; I just know that Synchrony stuff actually happens.
[ Libertus Ostium — One of those who survived the attack on Insomnia. Injured in a prior attack, and yet reportedly instrumental in the small victories that night. Nyx Ulrich, one of many tragic losses. ]
That so?
[ He looks at Nyx, a tragic loss that seems to have miraculously returned from the dead.
It’s a shame Gladio knew them only from the printed word in the newspapers reporting the fall of Insomnia. And prior that, smaller headlines and side-notes of the territories in service to the king. He didn’t pay it much mind - they were out of his immediate circle, those who orbited the royal family’s gravitational pull as their kingdom’s center. And yet, no less remarkable. ]
And we’re immune to this addiction? Have you any clue about this Synching stuff yourself?
[ Indeed, Nyx doesn't know much about Gladio; more familiar with his father than himself. He knows Ignis and Noctis, of course; but like Prompto, his knowledge of Gladio lies in pure information, and what he looks like should Nyx ever need to help him.
Still, he likes the young Shield so far. They're more alike than not. ]
Just on their end - again, according to the guy I talked to. [ So Nyx is taking it with some grain of salt. When Gladio asks about Synching, though, Nyx tilts his head from left to right a little. ]
Yeah. I've experienced some of it already.
[ Nothing intimate; but he and Libertus had tested and proven the sensation and connection by holding hands. Easy enough when Libertus hadn't seen him in five years and Nyx felt like he'd left a ton unsaid. ]
It's a little ... [ He waves a hand through the air. ] hard to describe? Like there's someone else's feelings in your head, but not in a way that's annoying. And everything glows.
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Can't really fault them for that.
[ Insomnia has done worse for less. But he won't wax political, and he's not about to speak poorly of the dead -- The king did what he had to do to protect his son, the heir whose burden of fate he shares. Besides, Nyx is from Galahd, and that kind of topic might strike a bit too close to home. ]
Malachite, right. And the silence only makes me more curious.
[ He studies the server's expression for a moment and notes the tremor in their hands. He thanks him with a friendly warmth that also disappears into concern the moment he turns his back to them. ] Guess that explains why I keep striking out.
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[ Okay, that's a bit unfair to Libertus; it's the second time both of them have been met with wariness and suspicion from people who are supposedly helping them. Nyx was always the type to try to play it off with charm and ignoring the problem. His brother? Not so much.
When Gladio mentions striking out, Nyx chuckles. ]
One of the uh, scientists explained it to me. That Manna stuff we can make - they can't, without it pulling directly from their body or something like that. Apparently addiction to that feeling is an actual problem they're trying to address still.
[ He raises his shoulders in another shrug. ]
I don't know enough about their science here to question it; I just know that Synchrony stuff actually happens.
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That so?
[ He looks at Nyx, a tragic loss that seems to have miraculously returned from the dead.
It’s a shame Gladio knew them only from the printed word in the newspapers reporting the fall of Insomnia. And prior that, smaller headlines and side-notes of the territories in service to the king. He didn’t pay it much mind - they were out of his immediate circle, those who orbited the royal family’s gravitational pull as their kingdom’s center. And yet, no less remarkable. ]
And we’re immune to this addiction? Have you any clue about this Synching stuff yourself?
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Still, he likes the young Shield so far. They're more alike than not. ]
Just on their end - again, according to the guy I talked to. [ So Nyx is taking it with some grain of salt. When Gladio asks about Synching, though, Nyx tilts his head from left to right a little. ]
Yeah. I've experienced some of it already.
[ Nothing intimate; but he and Libertus had tested and proven the sensation and connection by holding hands. Easy enough when Libertus hadn't seen him in five years and Nyx felt like he'd left a ton unsaid. ]
It's a little ... [ He waves a hand through the air. ] hard to describe? Like there's someone else's feelings in your head, but not in a way that's annoying. And everything glows.