[Noctis's pov]
The wind beats on her face as she stands on top of a house right next to Legion. They both look out at the men heading toward his house. The cold, crisp air causes her breaths to be let out as small misty clouds that vanish in a matter of seconds.
"Are you ready, Noctis?" Legion asks, standing beside her. His breath clouds in the frigid air and the tip of his nose is flushed red from the cold.
"As ready as I can be." She answers, putting her hood over her head and fastening the belt of potions around her waist.
"Just..." Legion's lips curl into a wide smile. "Don't die, okay?"
She only glimpses at it for a second as he turns back toward the base. "Yeah... I don't plan to." Her voice is serious and devoid of emotion as she leaps off to another house and begins her way to the base, as the Legion's house explodes behind her.
All I want is revenge, nothing more. And the first person I'm after is Yuna.
