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[hardbargain]

Ah... a familiar sentiment it seems. Nyx sighs, shakes his head, pretends so very hard like that isn't also the truth.

"Mm-mn. It's more literal than that. All magic comes from The Crystal. The line of Lucis is the bloodline entrusted with its power by the gods. Usually, the Kingsglaive is... maybe half a dozen people they chose to share their power with. Their Shield and closest advisors." Nyx lifts a hand to scrub over his face, a sound, half sigh, half groan escapes him and he shakes his head.

"His Majesty knew we were fighting a losing battle. So- all us refugees, used to fighting and hunting and scraping our way through life. He let whoever wanted to get back at the Nifs join up, we weren't exactly a full army, more like... a few specialized task forces. Less than fifty. Sharing his power with us, all of us, oh it drained him something awful. The man aged 30 years in a decade." Then Nyx reaches up to grab his collar, tugging it down to show the crawling lines of scarring on the right side of his chest. "It took it's toll on us that used it too. Most of us-"

He stops abruptly, teeth clenched. "I thought most of us figured we were dead men walking already. What's a few years if it means paying back even a fraction of what those bastards did to our homes... Stupid, I guess." That last little bit of self-deprecation gets an eye roll and a little nod before he finishes off the first beer and immediately moves to pop the cap on the second.

[nimbuster]

Nyx pretends hard enough that Cloud finds himself regretting having said anything. Tipped his hand for no reason. Shit.

But he drinks his beer as he listens to Nyx explain. Frowns when Nyx shows him the scarring. "...not as stupid as believing the company propaganda machine's every lie your whole life until it destroys your hometown and everyone in it."