Noctis seemed to freeze at the mention of his adviser. Were it not for the chair, he'd have likely fallen to the floor again at that casual admittance. His oldest friend and confidant, he... he knew? For how long? And why didn't...

That punch to his arm snapped him out of it, and though he looked hurt, it wasn't because of Prompto.

It was because pieces that he hadn't connected before were beginning to fit together in a horrifying light and he had no idea what to do with it. "Yeah... I know." He tried to sound relieved, he really did. Yet, quietly, he added, "So, Ignis knows too, huh."

Just how many did in this house without telling him?