[ They approach the elevator, Glenn already on it in terms of calling it down for them. But Noctis is forced to stop, brow knit as he looks to his friend with a look as if he'd grown a second head. ]
What dictates these thoughts popping up in your head?
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What dictates these thoughts popping up in your head?
[ Seriously! Where did that come from?
Still, he actually... Thinks about it. But.
Eight flights of stairs.
Noctis sighs. ]
Elevator.