[It's not the lack of movement from the snow that leads to Regis allowing the barrier to flicker and then fade, arm falling back to his side. It's the reaction to his presence, a reaction that draws concern to pale eyes. Before him is not the hero he entrusted Lunafreya too, but the broken boy he'd pulled out of Galahd--the boy he'd not seen for a great many years. It's startling to see him like this, and perhaps that's why Regis can't find it in himself to address him by his title right now.]
Nyx, breathe for me.
[He would have continued, soothing words like those he'd used too many times to calm Noctis after a nightmare, but it's then he notices the damage that has been done to Nyx's body. The ashen skin tone, the fissures of fire laid over his skin, so similar to the marring the Ring causes to all who borrow its power, but magnified almost infinitely.]
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Nyx, breathe for me.
[He would have continued, soothing words like those he'd used too many times to calm Noctis after a nightmare, but it's then he notices the damage that has been done to Nyx's body. The ashen skin tone, the fissures of fire laid over his skin, so similar to the marring the Ring causes to all who borrow its power, but magnified almost infinitely.]
You...put on the Ring. Why?