"I've done all might fighting." Nyx mentioned in a somber tone. "I have everything I need here." With a stretch of his back he continued. "I fought against tyranny, allowed the Princess to get on her way to the young king, so she could deliver to him what was needed to right the wrongs in the world and stop the evils from taking over." A low smile crossed his lips. Supposed his sacrifice did allow her to get to Noctis, though he wished she was still living on Eos where she belonged. Dying alone was not the death fit for her, and that alone was reason why he should have been there for her.
"Heavy destinies are handed down to those who can handle the weight." Nyx commented. "For me, my destiny was to fight my mentor who was a traitor. Make a deal to allow me to do what was needed to rescue and ensure the princess was able to escape the city, and deal the justice that was needed." His eyes got dark. "I'd trade my life at a moments notice all over again, to make that happen." Nyx shrugged and put his focus on the bar.
"You can refuse it, but that is the vague understanding of multiple universes, and timelines." Nyx shrugged. "Where you are here, there is another you somewhere else possibly fighting against who ever. Or possibly a version of you that is evil." Nyx commented. "For example, there is a version of me, instead of sacrificing my own life, I sacrificed the life of my best friend so I could live." The Glaive sighed. "None of it makes sense, but I decide to do what I can do with what's in front of me." He held his hand out towards her palm up presenting Leia. "Example, I have you in front of me. I could easily just pour your drinks and not speak to you. Or, I can do what I'm doing now. Offering kind conversation and debate while," Nyx paused to add more booze to her glass. "Pouring your drinks. I choose the later, because then just maybe, whatever is actually bothering you will either become clearer, or lessens in the imeediate." Nyx shrugged.
"What do I know, I'm just a soldier pour booze." He laughed some while adding some to his glass. "What do you mean a terrible job. I have you drinking, and I happen to be profider of the booze in question." Nyx offered a fake and over the top insulted look. "I'm an excellent bartender."