She studied the smiling man silently, drops of crimson blood falling into the fire from the human heart he held. The fire danced as it licked his hand, scorching it — his silky skin, once smooth and pristine, was swelling with blisters and breaking now, revealing the sizzling flesh beneath.
His bright smile never wavered.
A vast and hungry madness was hidden in the depths of his glistening grey eyes.
She sighed deeply and looked at the dark sky.
"...We have never met before."
With that, a slender arm revealed itself from the nebulous folds of her mantle. Receiving the bleeding heart between two claws, she studied it for a moment, then casually discarded it by throwing it into the fire.
Noctis let out a short laugh.
His gaze slowly traveled away from Weaver's fearsome mask, becoming lost in the dancing flame. After a few moments passed in silence, he spoke in an easy tone:
