The group grew silent again, the air heavy with regret. “It’d be lovely,” Iggy repeated, his voice softer this time, as he pulled Noct close. Don’t worry Gladio, we’d serve you cup noodles. Iggy leaned in close to Noct, his arm around him. “Specs, you’d be the groom.” He reached over and squeezed his hand, smiling as he imagined what their future could be like if they simply had more time. “Yeah I guess so but,” Noct’s voice trailed off. “You have already done so much for them.” A version that becomes king and does some good for the people. “A version of me on the throne with the three of you by my side. He was always so good at lightening the mood. They all chuckled at Prompto’s enthusiasm. You just dagger dagger dagger him and BOOM VERSE 2 BABY!” “Where you defeat Ardyn and the gods and…” “Like maybe,” he continued, “another me in another timeline who lives to see the sun rise, who rules?” There was a silence as the others let his words sink in. “Do you think there’s a version of us somewhere where I live?” “Hey, do you think,” Noct paused, struggling to find the right words.
