[ Noctis, in spite of himself, looks up sharply, balking in the middle of the street. ] It's not sentiment.
[ And maybe that's giving away too much, too strong of a reaction to be all of the truth. He realizes it the moment the words leave his mouth, and drops his gaze once more, grimacing. ]
It could hurt somebody, that's all. Probably already has. Just trying to get it off the streets before it happens again.
[ And it's the truth, isn't it? His father's or no, he always hated the damn thing, and now a hundred years have gone and he has no obligations of title or duty left to it. The only reason to seek it out now is... so his family's legacy can be laid to rest properly, and no one else has to come to harm.
He'll pretend that's all it is.
They come to a stop at the mouth of the indicated alleyway, which stinks of smoke and ale and even at this time of day hides the muffled sound of conversation from a door in the back. He folds his arms and tilts his head, a quiet hmm sounding from the back of his throat. ]
I'll tell him it's cursed, and we're private investigators hired by the city guard to track it down. It's killed people before and it's not safe for a common jeweler to handle, which is... well, the truth. Alright?
no subject
[ And maybe that's giving away too much, too strong of a reaction to be all of the truth. He realizes it the moment the words leave his mouth, and drops his gaze once more, grimacing. ]
It could hurt somebody, that's all. Probably already has. Just trying to get it off the streets before it happens again.
[ And it's the truth, isn't it? His father's or no, he always hated the damn thing, and now a hundred years have gone and he has no obligations of title or duty left to it. The only reason to seek it out now is... so his family's legacy can be laid to rest properly, and no one else has to come to harm.
He'll pretend that's all it is.
They come to a stop at the mouth of the indicated alleyway, which stinks of smoke and ale and even at this time of day hides the muffled sound of conversation from a door in the back. He folds his arms and tilts his head, a quiet hmm sounding from the back of his throat. ]
I'll tell him it's cursed, and we're private investigators hired by the city guard to track it down. It's killed people before and it's not safe for a common jeweler to handle, which is... well, the truth. Alright?