[Damien sucks in a breath, fingers tightening on his phone as he mirrors Noct, tensing to strike, too -- to parry, improbable as that should be with just a phone at his disposal, to counter. a heartbeat passes, and when Noct comes at him, he thumbs a button on his phone without actually looking at him, and something twists nauseatingly]
[and when that seasick feeling passes, he and Noct have switched positions. Noct is about to stab a wall and Damien's standing where he started, facing him, frowning]
I don't know who you think I am ... [but it's not whoever]
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[and when that seasick feeling passes, he and Noct have switched positions. Noct is about to stab a wall and Damien's standing where he started, facing him, frowning]
I don't know who you think I am ... [but it's not whoever]