Things happen so fast Shiro barely has time to stuff his bayard back on his hip before it all goes to hell. He turns on the catwalk as something small appears. He puts it out of his head when Noctis sinks to his knees. He drops to his own, reaching out to brace him when...

there's really no way to describe it. One moment lights are rising around them like sparks. The next a staff so vast it could pin the Black Lion to the ground slams into the catwalk and cuts it half.

He breathes as they return to space, and is inwardly grateful for his armor. It will make what he has to do that much easier. He grabs for Noctis shoulders and shoves him back towards the ship in one fast motion.

He can feel the nebula forming already. He's worried what he'll see. What memory will rise up? But he still smiles. "Don't worry. Space pilot, remember?"