[When Pyra accepts the hug, Regis tightens his arms slightly, letting one hand rub against her back in a comforting manner. Considering her reaction, he can tell she blames herself and perhaps needs to have someone else blame her in some odd way. He just can't do that, though. Not when he knows how hard she is already being on herself. How can he add to that?

A small, sad smile crosses Regis' face when she finally speaks.]

You are not the first to say that and I doubt you will be the last. It is rather remarkable how long our line has lasted considering how often we seem to be born lacking even basic self-preservation instincts.

[Life, perhaps, would be easier if they cared more for themselves than others, but at the same time, they would be completely different people then and Noctis...Noctis would not be the Chosen that Eos needs to save her.]

I know you blame yourself for this, but I want you to know this changes nothing. You are still our family and I am just as relieved to know you are okay as I am to know Noctis will be. Please don't let this accident drive a wedge between the two of you.