"...So's Prompto, save his usual anxiety." Not to mention the nightmares he knows he's experiencing because sometimes, he's awake because of one himself, trying to will sleep to let him embrace oblivion for a few hours. "Clarus, too. No idea about Ulric or Cindy, but Ignis and I..."

They both weren't doing well, either. Torture is one way to put it, but save the people he's met, it's more like hell than anything. He sighs, shifting his weight slightly. "...It's like waiting for that other shoe to drop, or someone pulling the rug out from under you and you can't stop falling. Powerless and aimless." He glances at Shiro from the corner of his eye, understanding shining in his eyes. "It's overwhelming."