[Wow, judgey? But Kazuya can't blame him. There's plenty of people here who want to go home. He's one of them, a lot of the time. ]
It's not that I don't want to go home. It's just that I don't really know what I'm going home too. Things are a mess there for me, and this place is kind of like... A break, before I have to deal with that reality, you know? It gives me time to gather my thoughts and think about things, about what I should or shouldn't do when I finally do manage to make it back.
[It's not an easy thing to admit. But it is something he is admitting. A secret for a secret, and the constrictive feeling in his lungs does actually ease up, even if he feels awkward telling someone about something like this.]
And... There's people here who I like being around too. I've made friends here, ones that I won't be able to just see again so easily when I do leave.
[Okay, that part? That part, Noel understands. Brows pinched in a line, he sighs; whatever fight or judgment he had left about the confession disappears.]
Alright. I get that part. The mess.
[He's desperate to get home for a similar reason -- because Nova Chrysalia is done for, the end of days really is just days away, and even though his prophecy is supposed to make a new world possible...there's still that doubt. What if he fails? It wouldn't be the first time. What if Lightning is stronger than he thought? What if...what if...
He can't think about it right now.]
Must be hard. Thinking about losing friends if you leave.
It is... That's why I'm not too keen on leaving, just yet, at least. If the opportunity happens, then sure, I'll take it, but... I'd prefer to also at least say goodbye first.
[ Maybe that makes it harder, but at the same time, he knows there'd be regrets on his end if he'd somehow escaped this place without saying his goodbyes.
It'd be unbearable. It'd eat away at him, he knows it.]
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It's not that I don't want to go home. It's just that I don't really know what I'm going home too. Things are a mess there for me, and this place is kind of like... A break, before I have to deal with that reality, you know? It gives me time to gather my thoughts and think about things, about what I should or shouldn't do when I finally do manage to make it back.
[It's not an easy thing to admit. But it is something he is admitting. A secret for a secret, and the constrictive feeling in his lungs does actually ease up, even if he feels awkward telling someone about something like this.]
And... There's people here who I like being around too. I've made friends here, ones that I won't be able to just see again so easily when I do leave.
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Alright. I get that part. The mess.
[He's desperate to get home for a similar reason -- because Nova Chrysalia is done for, the end of days really is just days away, and even though his prophecy is supposed to make a new world possible...there's still that doubt. What if he fails? It wouldn't be the first time. What if Lightning is stronger than he thought? What if...what if...
He can't think about it right now.]
Must be hard. Thinking about losing friends if you leave.
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[ Maybe that makes it harder, but at the same time, he knows there'd be regrets on his end if he'd somehow escaped this place without saying his goodbyes.
It'd be unbearable. It'd eat away at him, he knows it.]