"Sure, 'persuasive'." Magnus chuckled. "I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Memories of Anorah being 'persuasive' raced through Atticus' mind and he exhaled.
"If it's any consolation," Magnus said, glancing at him, "I've never once regretted my decision. Even now. There's no one I'd rather be with than Freya."
Atticus smiled softly and looked toward a distant direction where a lone woman stood.
"Thank you, Grandpa," he said quietly. " I know Grandma Freya feels the same way."
Magnus' expression tightened, and he slowly curled his fingers into a fist.
"…yes."
Atticus excused himself after that, appearing before a vast field. His eyes immediately found Anorah, standing in brooding silence before a long stretch of graves.
Noctis, having apparently accepted his fate, was plopped on her head, fast asleep.
