[Noctis almost missed her when first he turned away from the images, because she's so short but so desparate is he to muffle the piteous screams of the dragon that looks everywhere, and -- honestly, after all the revelations of waking up here, that there's a very small girl with pointy ears here barely even merits a blink. Her voice is deeper than he expects, though, and that jars him enough to do a bit of a double take at her.
He looks at her trembling hand but does not follow the gesture; he doesn't want to look at the wretched thing anymore.]
... why?
[Why must the dragon know only suffering? Why did someone bring it back? Why try to destroy this world at the end of all things?]
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He looks at her trembling hand but does not follow the gesture; he doesn't want to look at the wretched thing anymore.]
... why?
[Why must the dragon know only suffering? Why did someone bring it back? Why try to destroy this world at the end of all things?]