hydrokinetics | Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard [W7, Monday]

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Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard [W7, Monday]

[The town is quiet and sullen, but time marches on. It's the afternoon by now when Percy finds himself in the kitchen staring at a boiling pot of water. He can't recall the last time he actually cooked something, but with so few of them left it seems he has to self-provide.

He's lost in thought as he stares at noodles boiling in water and suddenly hears footsteps. He looks up, a little alarmed but relaxing upon the sight of someone familiar.

(But then again...aren't they all familiar now?)]

You should join me for lunch. I had no idea how much I was supposed to add to the water.

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[A silence.]

When'd you talk to Hal? Recently?

Last Tuesday.

[he pauses.]

Didn't mention it before because there wasn't anything to tell. He said we had everything we need to win, we just need to play the game and figure it out.

It's the "figure it out" that worries me. We know how to play the game. That's easy, we've known that since the beginning. It's the after part that scares me.

Yeah. I don't know what that's going to spell for us, but I don't have a good feeling about it.

[and the fact that hal isn't offering it up even when he's asking really doesn't help with that, either.]

Yeah...me either. It's too much to think about. [He puts his food down then.]

But at least we'd be safe on the train. That's something, right?

It's something.

[though he's not sure it's something he should be getting excited about. then it really feels like giving up, but—]

One thing at a time, I guess. I just know.. if someone comes for me, or if I'm someone to go for someone. I'm not going to fight what that means for me.

[it's futile. he'd rather just accept it peacefully.]

[There's something unreadable in his expression again before he nods, resigned to that answer.]

Not fighting anymore...might be kinda nice.

[...unreadable unsettles him. but noct just furrows his brow a bit before sighing.]

"Kinda" seems like an understatement.

I'm still deciding. But then again I'm pretty used to things coming after me. And me going after them. It's a long and complicated cycle, Noctis.

[...] Never mind. This is a stupid conversation.

I know this place is getting to all of us, but...

[he sighs, AGAIN. it seems to be his natural state of being.]

Don't do that thing where you keep it all to yourself like an idiot.

I'm not keeping everything to myself. [He says, as he stares directly into his noodles.] I'm not going to do that anymore.

[wow. he's... really starting to understand how gladio and ignis feel when he's being petulant.]

Look at me and say that, Percy.

[This is your new little brother, Noct, congratulations. He's pushing at his noodles but he does glance up with a look that can really only be described as "brooding."]

I'm not. Seriously. This isn't like what happened with Natalie.

["BULLSHIT, PERCY," i scream from a week in the future, but noct doesn't know this yet, so he's just. frowning.]

Good. You... better tell me if anything like that's going on.

[but he's still not sure he buys it. percy's acting weird and he's been acting weird.]

...Or else I'll have to kick your ass. [#bros]

It's been a while since I've had my ass kicked. [WHY IS HE SMILING ABOUT THIS....] I'd ask if you trust my judgment in stuff but I think I know the answer after what happened this weekend. If there was anything happening that I couldn't handle though of course I'd tell you. That's what we have to do, isn't it?

Even if you can.

[don't forget that, punk.] No more time for secrets... we're down to the wire now.

[sure, he'd rather see percy smiling about it, but that cagey behavior all day isn't something noct is ignoring completely.]

What about if a secret was for the better? Keeping it secret, I mean. Ever had something like that happen?

[He's still being cagey but he's more at ease now. Thoughtful. Aware that Noctis is listening to him.]

Yeah. But now? Probably not that time. Gotta know when to pick your battles with stuff like that, man.

[he can see the difference in percy's attitude, but that only confirms that percy is definitely hiding something from him.]

When it's life and death, there's no "for the better" with secrets. I know, I've seen it too many damn times already.

[points at his dad, internally goes THIS MOTHERFUCKER, even though he loves his das the most.]

And I'm gonna argue and say that there are definitely times some secrets are okay even if we don't know why yet. [He doesn't really agree with that. He hates being out of the loop. He hates having to find a way to skew this.

The bowl goes on the counter and he stares at Noctis for a moment.] ...secrets never last long around here anyway. Anything we don't know will probably make itself clear sooner or later.

You're making a pretty crappy case for that, you know.

[noct's really never going to agree to that. and percy should know that he really doesn't like that feeling in the least.]

It's not protecting anyone to do that... not at this point.

Noctis, I can't. [And that's all he says. There's no other explanation, no other words. Just a loud, hollow sentence with a heavier weight attached.

"I can't. I can't explain. I can't tell you. I can't justify this. I can't tell you how sorry I am." There are too many sentences that fit that thought and his arms fold over his chest as his gaze drops again.] I'm not keeping things to myself. Don't worry about that. The rest doesn't matter right now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought any of this up.

[noct can't help but to tense hearing that—which isn't entirely percy's fault.

but his hand clenches at his fork tightly before letting it go. he... can't eat like this. he's annoyed, he's frustrated, he's upset. and it's not just the ominous feeling that loom over him—the one that tells him that something awful is going to happen.

whether to him or to someone else, or maybe to all of them.

but he knows for sure that what he's saying about preparing himself for the worst... he's going to need to.

it stretches beyond that, though. it's the feeling of helplessness. it's that knowing that he's not being entrusted with something important. it's seeing that he's being kept in the dark for what feels like the millionth fucking time in his life, like it's impossible for anyone to ever give him a straight answer about things that affect him directly.]

Not to yourself, but away from the people who need to hear it more than you think.

...if I said that you'll hear about it when the time is right, what would you say? Fate and stuff like that.

[He knows it's frustrating and awful. He gets it. He gets that it's frustrating and more than anything he wants to explain. He thinks Noctis would understand, but he thinks of the people who have had such secrets hanging over their heads and how it hurt them.

He's rather Noctis be mad than Noctis be afraid.]

Wasn't a good answer when my dad sent me off so he could get himself killed to "protect" me, and it's not a good answer now.

[this isn't what he wants or needs.]

I'm... not looking for you or anyone else to protect me, like... I'm some kid that can't handle it.

[there's definitely a bit of a cold, hard edge to it, which he can't really help. it's something that just bothers him very deeply—especially when he's the older one here, when he's the one who should be taking on more burdens to protect other people instead of being kept in the dark about it.

he's not even sure he has room for things like fear anymore, after everything that's happened. but he knows he's just sick of being lied to, so he pushes his chair out a bit.. though he doesn't actually stand.

noctis feels defeated, defeated, angry and disheartened and it's infinitely worse than knowing the truth. percy's being a fucking moron as far as he's concerned, and he's not the only one.]

So just cut the crap already, Percy. Save that burden-shouldering line for someone who actually needs it.

[The words sting. He knows that, knows Noctis is right, knows it hurts, but as far as Percy's concerned he's already in too deep for anyone else to save them now. This is the burden of a few people, and he chose to accept it. This is the first time in a long time he's chosen to take the weight. He feels a lot of the same feelings he did when he first decided to force the Great Prophecy to focus on him, what with Thalia choosing to freeze her age and Nico being so young. There wasn't enough time. It had to be him.

This is that. The tone angers him and his jaw clenches. He's not mad at Noctis, particularly, but he's mad at the situation and mad he isn't capable of really explaining all of the things that need to be explained.]

What do you want me to say then? [The words are spit out. He doesn't move, shoulders hunching a little but resolve as intense as ever. He is, unfortunately, stubborn.] It's not my secret to tell.

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