Noctis is going to have a potentially short life. The realization pours ice through his veins. They haven't been friends long but the thought... His eyes narrow just a hair. A price has to be paid. He leans more to one side and his hip makes contact with the lion. He shouldn't judge the powers of another world. They do what they must to protect what they hold dear.

But he doesn't like it. "I see." He doubts the Lions are doing that to them. He'd felt tired in that last battle because Zarkon was constantly attacking him. It had been like trying to hold back a storm. Shiro tips his head up to stare at the Lion one more time. "As far as I can tell nothing like that exists in my universe. Even the Galra and their harvesting quintessence they haven't literally burned for using it as fuel."