[he's thought about the same, even drafting letters in his head.]

Might make things worse, but. Maybe it's about... closure, or something. Tying up loose ends, not leaving any regrets.

[noct's obviously been thinking about this a lot.] I'm not giving up, but I want to be ready for the worst. I'm... making my peace with that.

[with dying and death, with "the end," as much as it pains him to admit it. it's starting to feel like it's the only option.]