[In many ways, the day never draws to an end for Regis. Even as he returns to his quarters alone--this being one of those rare nights where he's convinced Clarus it's not necessary to see him to the door--his mind is still going over the files and reports they were reviewing before parting ways. Foremost in his mind is a list of names. The latest casualties from the front. Those whose families he will need to see letters to; those who have no families and they will need to speak with their fellows to find out who might stand as next of kin. For how the list grows so fast now, he never forgets one. He can't.
His stride falters a moment, leg aching after day that has been too long. Regis wishes there was a way he could be out there with them instead of stuck here, but he also knows he would be no help. His body is not what it once was years ago. Some days it's a struggle to get from one end of the Citadel to the other, though he does all he can to hide that. He needs to look strong for his country and people.
For Noctis as well, even though he sees his son so rarely anymore.
Despite all that is on his mind, when Regis nears the balcony, he instinctively senses the presence there. His reaction would be stronger if he didn't also feel the pull on his magic. His visitor is not an enemy lurking where no one should be, but one of his trusted Kingsglaive.
One specific Glaivesman, actually, and the realization draws an amused smile to his lips before he lets his face settle back into a mask of regal seriousness.
His footsteps come to a halt several paces back from the open balcony, and as they do, Regis can almost hear Clarus' voice speaking a warning in his head. He may be within the heavily guarded Citadel, but his guards are still human and humans make mistakes.
Honestly, the warnings get old sometimes, but he has a country and a people to think of. He can't take risks, even if they are small ones.]
Did I miss the memo warning of a threat made against my balcony, Glaive Ulric? For surely, there is no other reason for you to be lingering here when your own bed must be calling.
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His stride falters a moment, leg aching after day that has been too long. Regis wishes there was a way he could be out there with them instead of stuck here, but he also knows he would be no help. His body is not what it once was years ago. Some days it's a struggle to get from one end of the Citadel to the other, though he does all he can to hide that. He needs to look strong for his country and people.
For Noctis as well, even though he sees his son so rarely anymore.
Despite all that is on his mind, when Regis nears the balcony, he instinctively senses the presence there. His reaction would be stronger if he didn't also feel the pull on his magic. His visitor is not an enemy lurking where no one should be, but one of his trusted Kingsglaive.
One specific Glaivesman, actually, and the realization draws an amused smile to his lips before he lets his face settle back into a mask of regal seriousness.
His footsteps come to a halt several paces back from the open balcony, and as they do, Regis can almost hear Clarus' voice speaking a warning in his head. He may be within the heavily guarded Citadel, but his guards are still human and humans make mistakes.
Honestly, the warnings get old sometimes, but he has a country and a people to think of. He can't take risks, even if they are small ones.]
Did I miss the memo warning of a threat made against my balcony, Glaive Ulric? For surely, there is no other reason for you to be lingering here when your own bed must be calling.