It's right there— on the other end of the long catwalk, finally within reach after so long. Yet as he took the first couple steps, he's stopped by the sensation of hands on his shoulders, holding him back. Noctis blinked, turning his head to see who it was that could be.

...

Nothing. He saw nothing. His eyebrows scrunch together with confusion as he turned slightly further still. "What?"

He's not hearing you, Clarus. Try again.