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[regisrex]

[ The announcement comes early on the 21st, though not ungodly early. Regis himself seems composed, tranquil, though those who have had a chance to spend time with him can see he is pale and drawn, his eyes red-rimmed if dry. ]

Good morrow. It seem this night, the Dream Width has taken several people of note from us.

Amongst them are my son, Noctis Lucis Caelum, and his fiancée, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. If you know them and either of them has made a commitment you are in need of assistance with, please let me know and arrangements will be made.

And, please. Think of them well.

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[chocobosnap]

I'm sorry about Noct and Lady Lunafreya.

Are you okay?

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[regisrex]

As much so as 'tis possible, thank you, Prompto.

Are you in need of aught, yourself?

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[chocobosnap]

Nah, you know me, I've got this. I'll be fine.

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[littlemhigan]

[ There is definitely a few minutes of frantic looking before... ]

...Shite.

Vid.

[regisrex]

That does, indeed, put it succinctly.

Are you... on your own, in view of that, Castor?

[littlemhigan]

I ain't a wordy lass.

...How do ye mean, ser?

[desertbloomed]

Sincerest condolences. Losing one's family is the harshest blow one can sustain.

[regisrex]

Thank you, Your Majesty.

[ And if he might think there are some even harsher, there is no argument in the green eyes - it matters not. ]

I think... in the concern that I would be taken from him once again, none truly thought it would be I losing him.

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[hatejakku]

[ He didn't know either of them but that hardly means anything. ]

I'm sorry. Do you need anything?

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[regisrex]

I thank you, Finn. I believe that, even with the recent changes, we are providing for each other well enough. Though if you find yourself in Yun'Ashia, you are welcome always to visit and see.

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[sonoftenebrae]

You have my condolences.

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[regisrex]

Thank you, Ravus. And my condolences to you, as well.

She deserved every good thing imaginable.

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[sonoftenebrae]

They both did, and neither were destined to receive them. That was the Astrals' cruelest joke.

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[regalblaze]

[Because no matter how much he wants, he can't text. He can at least hide his face- for now. Ignis' voice is strained when he sends the message, as if he just swallowed a boulder. It is obvious that he is holding back on his feelings, but this is not a place for them...]

Your Majesty...

...are you in need of anything?

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[regisrex]

[ Regis switches to voice, as well. For a myriad of reasons. ]

Thank you, Ignis. I am... provided for.

And you?

[ His voice is quiet enough that the soft tremors in it can barely be heard. By most people. ]

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[regalblaze]

[Ignis is not most people. He's also been blind for a long while. Even if it is over the tablet, he can catch the soft shakiness transfer through Regis' voice.

And it makes Ignis have an even harder time keeping composed.]

I...

...I will be alright.

[There's no point in hiding that he's not alright. But he's been trying to prepare himself for the moment Noctis will be gone on Eos too and... it's not working. Trying to convince yourself and experiencing it are two completely different things.]

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[hashtagdaddy]

The day after the announcement, Gladio walks to Cor and Regis' house intent on finding the former King.

"Regis?" His voice carries through the house as he opens the door.

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[regisrex]

By that time, Regis has done his best to compose himself. It is paper-thin, and he is aware of it. Cor is aware of it. Even Sidra is aware of it, and she has only known Regis, as he is now, for weeks.

"This way, Gladiolus." Regis is sitting on a window seat, the growing kitten in his lap, sleeping in a way that is making him sprawl all over his master's legs in a way that cannot possibly be comfortable but apparently is. And, yes, Regis is soaking up the little creature's comfort as much as he can.

He is dressed up, his eyes are dry, his back is straight. It's only in little things like the unsteadiness of his hand as it strokes the kitten, the hollowness of the green eyes, that one can see how hard this hit. But he has taken lethal hits before. He can only keep going.

[hashtagdaddy]

With Aster on his shoulder, the cat still small enough to easily fit on her chosen perch, Gladio makes his way to Regis. The curious menace had developed a fondness for the former monarch's beard and Gladio figured that the cat's presence may also help Regis' countenance.

His eyes land on Regis and he catalogs every detail. The outward appearance - a facade he's come to recognize both from himself and from others. The trembling hand and the empty eyes - smaller signs that he is hurting.

"Here, keep an eye on her for me for a sec?" Gently, Gladio placed the cat on Regis' lap. He makes sure not to disturb the dozing feline currently draped over said lap and Aster immediately settles in before stretching up to gently tap at the coarse hairs on the bottom of Regis' face, occasionally rubbing her face against them.

In what seems like no time, Gladio returns with chopsticks and two steaming containers of the Original Cup Noodles (from home) that someone had managed to obtain and stash away. Only the finest comfort food for both of them right now.

"I figured you could use a bowl of the best noodles in the universe." He tries to put a smile on his face, for Regis' sake, and hopes it looks more convincing than it feels.

"I promise not to bug you about eating if you take at least three bites of this."

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[shinra_dog]

[For something such as this, a text seemed insufficient. Reno called Regis after he'd seen the updated names himself.]

I'm sorry for your loss. He was a fine man.

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[regisrex]

I thank you. He was, and what he has ahead of him, he will be.

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[wheretheresawill]

I'm sorry for your loss, sir. Perhaps they'll come back? That happens, right?

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[regisrex]

Thank you.

And so it does, though betimes the person might not remember having been here at all. A young friend discovered he has been here before when he went looking for older entries.

[ Sora. Regis actually means Sora. ]

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[immortalmarshal]

[It takes a very long time, since Cor had gone over to where Noct and Luna had (now-temporarily) moved to on the Curtis Center Island. But eventually, Regis will receive a written message for his eyes only]

The Regalia is still here.

Can't fly it, but it's still drivable

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[regisrex]

[ Ah. Here Cor is. Regis closes his eyes for a long moment, once he sees that the message is in text. He should not be relieved to see the format, and a part of him truly yearns for the steady, sardonic, lovely presence of his friend by his side, the look in those hard blue eyes. But...

After what Cor has seen, what he knows. Regis is also afraid of what those familiar eyes, that familiar voice, will hold for him. ]

Thank you, Cor.

If you are making arrangements so that you can get it here, please drive carefully. I miss you can't bear the thought of something happening to you, too, right now need am sorry.