Yeah. He wonders if the only reason he got the full story is because he already knew about the nightmares, or the fact that he'd accept him no matter what. (Or it could be that love confession; who the hell knows anymore. He's still not sure if he imagined that or not.)
"Hope you're right," he honestly replies. Noctis hopes beyond all reason that Ignis is right, because that bastard is dead set on making their lives miserable from what he remembers. And is getting exactly what he and Bahamut both want.
Were it not for him now being able to call bullshit on the Draconian's words on them 'abiding in hope', his blood likely wouldn't be boiling as much at the thought. But his gratefulness to Ignis right now far outweighs that anger. He doesn't even complain that Ignis keeps an arm wrapped around him as they walk.
"I'm fine," he replies as they make their way to the lounge area. At some point he should probably contact the others on the ship he's supposed to be on to let them know he's alright. "Just- shaken up."
Like they both are, not to mention who knows how many others who got thrown into a nebula, and it's moments like this he misses Gladio even more because he could really use someone else thinking for him right now while he gets his shit together. Not to mention his back is going to be sore in the morning. Again. Good luck to whomever has the pleasure of trying to get him out of bed tomorrow. But, he'll attempt to lighten the mood somewhat with: "Starting to think Clarus had it right by sneaking alcohol into meetings."
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"Hope you're right," he honestly replies. Noctis hopes beyond all reason that Ignis is right, because that bastard is dead set on making their lives miserable from what he remembers. And is getting exactly what he and Bahamut both want.
Were it not for him now being able to call bullshit on the Draconian's words on them 'abiding in hope', his blood likely wouldn't be boiling as much at the thought. But his gratefulness to Ignis right now far outweighs that anger. He doesn't even complain that Ignis keeps an arm wrapped around him as they walk.
"I'm fine," he replies as they make their way to the lounge area. At some point he should probably contact the others on the ship he's supposed to be on to let them know he's alright. "Just- shaken up."
Like they both are, not to mention who knows how many others who got thrown into a nebula, and it's moments like this he misses Gladio even more because he could really use someone else thinking for him right now while he gets his shit together. Not to mention his back is going to be sore in the morning. Again. Good luck to whomever has the pleasure of trying to get him out of bed tomorrow. But, he'll attempt to lighten the mood somewhat with: "Starting to think Clarus had it right by sneaking alcohol into meetings."