[ He starts to answer, but he has to clear his throat because his voice is so hoarse. There's a tightness in his chest, and Noctis realizes that his fists are clenched painfully tight. He uncurls them, shakes them out a little. ]
... Sounds like a plan. Let's get the hell out of here.
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... Sounds like a plan. Let's get the hell out of here.