He had been about to answer when the memory shifts. It fills in pieces and gives him more reasons to feel that stab of determination to tear Noctis free of this world crafted from memory. If it were him having all these memories cobbled together and looping would drive him nuts. Then everything resets but this time he draws the bayard sword from the start.

He whips the sword and sends power screaming out just before all hell breaks loose. He stares in shock as the weapons tear into daemons and flow through the room with the precision of a swordsman's hand. Were he the sort to swear this would be the moment he'd breathe out a few words.

The level of responsibility for such power...power passed down from father to his first born on and on down a line that feels...ancient. The Uncle...betrayed and fallen. Shiro shakes his head and surges forward. He calls out. "Noctis! When I first came here your uncle interacted with me! He talked directly to me! We need to talk to him. See if he's the key to getting you out."