Even putting aside the heavily symbolic names in Noctis' story, Lunafreya sounds more like a legend than a person. Was there more to her than her role? Rose has been a legend, has seen a world of people who valued the idea of Rose Lalonde but lacked understanding of the reality. How well did Noctis himself know Lunafreya? It doesn't escape Rose's notice that what Noctis imagines is a shared destiny of prosperity--a happy ending, not the push-and-pull of growing old with someone.

She nods as Noctis accepts the responsibility of knowledge, knowing that in doing so he merely settles into the despair of helplessness or the pangs of regret. It confirms for her the kind of man he is, and the kind of hero his world must have needed. It takes courage to look into the abyss, or so Rose has always thought.

And she owes him the truth as she understands it.

"Seers are cursed," she begins bluntly. "I've met several myself and read about many more. Whatever our own wants and needs, our sight benefits the world, not ourselves. We're tools of destiny, slaves with the power to see our chains but never to break them. So long as the wheels of fate still turn, those of us lashed to it don't get happy endings. Not in life."

Rose's tone grows softer, more distant, perhaps reminiscing. "And think, too, what kind of hero has the power he needs to save everyone on the first try? Only those who've known weakness can show true compassion. Only those who've tried, failed, and gotten back up can be said to have earned their strength. And happily-married men... tend not to go off on suicide missions."

Rose closes her eyes for a few moments. When she opens them, she hasn't shed a tear.

"The moment your fate was written, so was hers. I'm certain Lunafreya knew that too."