The whole scene was... a lot to take in. Clarus watched in horror, feeling helpless, as he tried to soak in as much as he could. His heart soared to see his son fighting so valiantly, to see the new scars and strength he possessed. Prompto fighting with such purpose, and Ignis... The cane and the scars weren't lost on Clarus, and he lost his breath for a moment. What had these poor boys been through on their trip? From how Noctis and Ignis described it, he knew little of it had been pleasant, but... No, honestly Clarus wasn't surprised something awful had happened, he supposed he was surprised it happened to Ignis. He and Regis had mourned the loss of Noctis fifteen years ago, and Clarus had contemplated at that time that he would likely loose Gladiolus as well, but Ignis was an unforeseen casualty of sorts.
For a moment he worried this was how the other three met their end, at the hands of a hoard of daemons on foreign soil. But as he watched over his shoulder as he followed after Noctis, Clarus noted that they seemed to be holding their own fairly well. The words Ardyn spoke were true, however; he did not envy Noctis that decision.
The power of the ring made Clarus shiver and recoil a few steps. He'd never get used to that aspect of it no matter how many decades he'd spent with it. To be fair, though, Regis most often used the ring for elemental attacks and shields rather than... that. But enough hesitation, now was the time to try to act and bring the prince back from this nightmare.
"Noctis!" He called out, taking long strides to close the gap between them as the door shut, but the young man was already running for the central elevator. The older man was forced to run after him. Being that this wasn't real, he wondered what would happen if he didn't get in the elevator in time, but he wasn't certain he wanted to find out, so he followed closely. But then they were alone, so he tried again. "Noctis, snap out of it. This isn't happening right now, you're lost to your mind. You need to wake so we can return to your companions."
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For a moment he worried this was how the other three met their end, at the hands of a hoard of daemons on foreign soil. But as he watched over his shoulder as he followed after Noctis, Clarus noted that they seemed to be holding their own fairly well. The words Ardyn spoke were true, however; he did not envy Noctis that decision.
The power of the ring made Clarus shiver and recoil a few steps. He'd never get used to that aspect of it no matter how many decades he'd spent with it. To be fair, though, Regis most often used the ring for elemental attacks and shields rather than... that. But enough hesitation, now was the time to try to act and bring the prince back from this nightmare.
"Noctis!" He called out, taking long strides to close the gap between them as the door shut, but the young man was already running for the central elevator. The older man was forced to run after him. Being that this wasn't real, he wondered what would happen if he didn't get in the elevator in time, but he wasn't certain he wanted to find out, so he followed closely. But then they were alone, so he tried again. "Noctis, snap out of it. This isn't happening right now, you're lost to your mind. You need to wake so we can return to your companions."