At this point, Noctis would say that devastated would be an understatement. Because all his life, he had been raised to believe the Astrals, even if he didn't do so blindly. At least, he thought so. Now he wondered just how many had known, that they were raising him like a lamb for slaughter.

It wasn't fair. All he wanted was to be a good king to his people, make their world a better place. At least he got the last one. Just not the way he wished.

He bit his lower lip, shaking his head. No, he wasn't ready, either. "I don't know. Doubt they'd tell me even if there was." They wanted this to end their way, no matter what it cost the mortals who did what they should have ages ago before it became this bad. "Didn't- get to ask... before He let go."