The past three days hadn't been easy for him. In fact his mood had gotten a lot worse as the days went on. Perhaps because of some anxiety over what it was Cor had planned for them. As well as whatever, zero nine hundred hours
meant. Still, he had done what he was told. The form was signed and looked over, though part of him wondered if it was really a good idea to use his real name. He had been keeping a low profile since Insomnia's fall, only accepting being the crown prince when someone recognized him. Which didn't happen that often, thankfully. Still it was Cor that filled it out so it was likely he knew what he was doing.
The map had helped in learning where everything was. He took the papers where he was told though was not happy about the surprise blood test. Why didn't Cor tell him they were going to prod him with a needle? Was that even a good idea? This whole thing was stupid. At least his phone was working again with a new card in it. This allowed him to spend a lot of his time playing with it in his room. Cor hadn't attempted to really talk to him since that second night. Something he was both grateful for and also a bit upset over.
The marshal wasn't hounding him about moving forward. It was better than the treatment Gladiolus had given him. But he also was left alone... with his own thoughts and that was more often harder to deal with. Even if his shield kept ragging on him to get over it, at least he was still there. The nightmares continued to get worse as well. Always visions of his friends dying before him, and he being unable to save them. It was hard and he felt himself getting more upset and frustrated. At himself. He couldn't even put a ring on his finger. What was wrong with him?
The night had woken him again from another dream. Noctis laid in bed, curled up and wanting nothing more than to see his friends. He would even take Gladiolus's scolding if it meant he could see them again. The soft sound of birds meant it was likely early morning compared to late at night. Rolling over and going back to bed was preferred but his mind was still not ready to return to whatever was to come next. That was when the knock sounded, causing him to flinch as he was told to get up. Right. It had been three days.
He remained in bed another minute or two, not wanting to do whatever it was the Marshal had planned. But he knew he also couldn't say no to it either. At least not without some kind of consequence for it. Giving a sigh of defeat, he pushed himself up. Sleeping wasn't being pleasant right now anyway. The prince pulled on his clothes before heading out of his room. The closed bathroom down meant Cor must have been there so he turned to the kitchen for something to eat. Finding the egg, he made a sandwich and sat down at the table to eat it.
Taking care of the plate after, he followed outside to the car quietly. There really wasn't anything he wanted to say. Well besides maybe what the hell they were doing. They were going to his office? What for? Ugh. What was the point of this? If he was going to scold, he should just do it already. Why did they have to go all the way to his office so early for that? His arms folded against his chest in annoyance. The tension was uncomfortable.
They reached the building pretty quickly. Hopefully this wouldn't take long. Noctis stepped out of the car and followed to the room. What? Shoes? Fine. Rolling his eyes some, a hand pulled his boots off and set them near the others. It was dark so he couldn't really tell where exactly they were. But it seemed rather spacious? What the hell were they doing already? He wondered again, giving an annoyed sigh.
There it was. The scolding. Nothing he didn't already expect. "Got it.... Can we go now?" The kid asked, understanding the rules he was given. What he didn't understand was why they had to come all the way here to say it. What happen next did confuse him. Mainly the wooden sword that was tossed to his feet. What was that for? Wait, working out frustration? What was he talking about? A hand picked up the wooden blade as he tested the weight of it. It was very similar to his own. Now Cor had one?
That stance... he wanted to spar? Really? The prince wasn't in the mood to show him how well he could fight. Did he already know the answer to this? "Why are we sparring? I'm not in the mood to train, Marshal." He voiced his thoughts on it. However, the other didn't back down and soon was on to him. Ugh. Fine. He could play along. Half readying himself, the sword was raised to defend the slash. But it was enough to make him stagger as he wasn't properly ready for it. The rebound against his hands hurt and he shook one out as a result but he still wasn't into it.
The next series of strikes were also faster than he hadn't been prepared for, forcing him to barely manage himself for being out of it, the last hit connecting against his side. "Sh**!" Noctis shouted at how much it had actually hurt compared to what he had expected. Cor was serious and he wasn't backing down. Fine. If he wanted a real fight, then he would give him a real fight. His stance shifted as his eyes narrowed. Both hand on his blade, he moved to strike him but faked and threw the blade up. He vanished in a shatter of crystal shards only to reappear above where the sword had gone, reclaiming it in his hands as he came back down with a heavy downward strike. Whatever this test was, he would pass it.