[Markus wouldn't view it like that. Noctis had been in a new world, supplanted into confusing circumstances, with no one familiar to anchor himself to. Being overcautious wasn’t surprising; Markus knows already knows of someone else who’s chosen a faux network ID, and he’s sure there’s likely more instances that he simply isn’t aware of. And being torn from a war, being such an important figure to his nation — a(n admittedly weak) fake name made sense to implement.
It’s confirmation, though, of what he had suspected. Markus stops pretending otherwise.]
After all you’ve told me… I think I already knew.
[Even so, only now does he look at the other as if cast under a new light. What the true weight of responsibility means to Noctis, back when they had spoken about pushing forward, about the advice his father had given him.]
And you’ve always had the look of someone shouldering more than what just a guard would. [Transient proof at best, but the kind that Markus is good at pinning down in others — reading what lies behind the immediately apparent.]
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It’s confirmation, though, of what he had suspected. Markus stops pretending otherwise.]
After all you’ve told me… I think I already knew.
[Even so, only now does he look at the other as if cast under a new light. What the true weight of responsibility means to Noctis, back when they had spoken about pushing forward, about the advice his father had given him.]
And you’ve always had the look of someone shouldering more than what just a guard would. [Transient proof at best, but the kind that Markus is good at pinning down in others — reading what lies behind the immediately apparent.]