Clarus would be forgiven, but right now that was far from his mind. He knew long ago he'd be making legends come back to life, so suddenly a god? Eh. It was just another day that ended in the letter "Y" at that point.

Besides. Waking up was enough of a chore as it was. He stiffened slightly at the touch, trying not to let down that last wall as he found himself leaning into the embrace. Because, if he started? He doubted he'd stop and he had to keep it together, if only so that another memory wouldn't take the other's place.

"I'm not sure h-" A quiet yip broke his conversation as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, a familiar and blue Messenger climbing up Clarus' back to sit on a once-free shoulder. Don't worry, uncle- he did that a lot to Noctis, too. "Carbuncle?"

It's kind of like that dream they trapped you in when you were small, Noct. Another yip. Focus on what happened after. You're almost there!