His sister had insisted that she do this and while he didn’t argue. He let her do most of the work, gather the wolves together, but it wasn’t because he was a prince that he felt he had to do this. It was because Jaeger was his brother. He was one of the few of his family he felt he really knew well other than Luxa cause unlike his other older siblings he was around a lot more. Vitalya had returned, but Noctis didn’t think she was… right. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, she was like Luxa and then… far from. He couldn’t explain it, then there was his now blind, brother Myrhh, he wasn’t so bad. He was a healer and he was okay, but he knew he had many other older siblings still he had yet to meet. He knew Ninevah was wandering the world and Hyrule had gone to their apparent homeland. Orifel was the last other that he hadn’t met and he tucked himself away into the forest lands. He wondered if today of all days he would finally meet his eldest brother, though it would be on such a terrible occasion.

Noctis’ golden gaze looked at the array of things Luxa had taken the time to gather together. Like her a sense of mortality had hit him with his death. He wanted to take things more seriously, and his parents did too. His mother was now teaching Luxa about being an assassin and Noctis was having more and more practises with his father. He liked them a lot more than his mom’s old annoying teachings about etiquette and diplomacy and how to handle matters. Of course his father, and mother, they both changed. His mother had always been the more serious of the two, but now while she was still doting she was less tolerant to his reluctance. His father was no longer as soft as he once was. There was a hardened shell on him now, one Noctis could really feel. This hit them all hard.

He sat close to his sister now, he would be her protector, though perhaps she would not need it he would always be there to swing his blade first and help her when he could. Perhaps this death made him take his own future duties more seriously, it was the push he needed, but hated. He wished it didn’t have to be like this, but Noctis swore he would make things right by his family. Even if that meant doing what he had been fighting against since he was born. He, like Luxa, didn’t want his brother’s death to be in vain.

There had to be a future for them, they carried on after Isola’s death, after his grandfather’s, death wasn’t unfamiliar to his family, but sudden ones like this felt wrong… horrible. Closer to home he supposed. He wanted to make sure that life went on even though it felt like it ended for more than just his elder brother.