Sunny scowled, surprised by that reaction. He glanced at Kai, then motioned for him to sit down. From the looks of it, this conversation was going to be a long one.
The archer cautiously lowered himself onto a nearby chair and let out or quiet groan of pain, then looked around, a hint of curiosity appearing in his cloudy eyes. His gaze lingered on various pieces of furniture and exquisite decorations, then finally settled on the flustered sorcerer.
Noctis seemed to have regained his composure somewhat. He stared at his half-eaten apple with a somber expression, then threw it away and sat down himself.
A heavy sigh escaped from his lips.
"The three things you asked for… are not that easy to accomplish."
The immortal glanced at Kai, then raised one elegant finger:
"I can help your friend, Nightingale, recover from his wounds… somewhat. Those burns were not delivered by mundane flames, and so, even I would not be able to restore that which was destroyed completely. With my help, he will be able to regain most of his strength and vitality. I can also repair the damage done to his soul. But the flames… their mark will remain. Unless you want me to build him a completely new vessel, of course…"
Noctis smiled, and then glanced at one of the wooden mannequins, which was in the process of disposing of the carelessly discarded apple.
"Something like that, but much better!"
Kai shivered.
"Will I be able to draw a bow and control soul essence after your treat my body?"
The sorcerer nodded.
"Of course! You might even grow stronger than you were before. But your face… I am sorry to say this, Nightingale, but it will remain as hideous as it is now. The pain that consumes you will subside, but never go away completely. If you agree to transfer your soul into a doll, on the other hand, your strength will diminish slightly… but you won't have to endure that suffering anymore. I can also promise to make a truly beautiful vessel for you, one worthy of carrying even the most radiant of souls."
The archer remained silent for a while, then smiled.
"...No need. This face suits me fine. As long as I can draw a bow and help my friends, I will be content."
Noctis looked at him silently, an expression of confusion written clearly on his face.
"But don't… don't you want to become beautiful?"
Kai chuckled, his voice hoarse and grating. Then, he shook his head and said simply:
"...I already am."
Both Noctis and Sunny stared at the archer with dubious expressions, thinking that he had lost his mind. Well… more than anyone else in the Kingdom of Hope had already lost theirs. His disfigured face was ugly, grotesque, and unsightly… what was he even trying to say?
However, it did not seem that Kai felt compelled to expand on that strange statement. He just remained silent, calmly looking at the sorcerer. After a few moments, Noctis turned away and shrugged:
"Well… as you wish. The treatment will be long and painful, but it can be done."
Then, he raised a second finger and glanced at Sunny.
"The other thing you asked for… lots of my coins, was it? To be honest… how do I say this… uh… no?"
Sunny blinked, surprised.
"What? Why?!"
The sorcerer yawned, then made a helpless gesture with his hands.
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