"Things usually are when there's a goal in mind." Instead of, you know, being stuck in a holding pattern but not really able to land. Worried you'd be running out of fuel and come crashing down before you can land safely.

He might be a little too familiar with this.

Noct lightly tugs on the bangs in front of his face, fussing with his hair out of habit like he always did. "...Yeah," he agreed quietly, gaze falling to the ring on his finger again as it passes his field of vision. Without it's power, sometimes he just forgets that it's there. "'Least there's that."