And the guy gives him a strange look before starting to move, gently guiding Nyx to the passenger side of the truck. “Make it out of where?” “Insomnia,” Nyx tells him, overwhelmed and frustrated. “That was the only thing I had to do… I told Libs to do it, is he…” he freezes, suddenly scared of what might’ve happened. “Okay, hold up. Libs?” “Libertus Ostium, kingsglaive.” “Oh okay yeah, Libertus is fine, he’s in Lestallum right now, I think. He’s heading the Kingsglaive there.” Talcott clears some space on the bench seat before stepping back to let Nyx clamber in. It’s not until he’s slamming his own door shut that he turns towards Nyx, offering his hand. “Talcott Hester, by the way.” Nyx smiles, taking his hand. “Nyx Ulric, at your service.” The grip on his hand tightens, a jolt that leaves Nyx frowning. “What?” “You’re… you’re supposed to be dead.”
