Noctis gazed at the Demon of Fate, his grin shining with a hidden abyss of barely contained madness.
His voice, once cheerful and pleasant, turned hoarse and low now.
"I wanted to ask your help with slaughtering all the Chain Lords, breaking the shackles Sun God had forged, and unleashing Hope upon the world. I wanted to ask your help with plunging this abominable land into the darkness burning below it, even if it brings all other lands to ruin. I wanted to ask you to help me break the will of the gods… I had to be satisfied with only this little, since the gods themselves cannot be broken."
Noctis laughed.
"In short, I wanted to ask you to help me die."
He looked at the diamond sickle that lay on the stone before him, smeared in blood. His grin dimmed slowly, replaced by exhaustion.
