Noctis nods solemnly. Time magic, temporal rifts. It doesn't help that there's an entire guild based on time and illusory magic on this world they've found themselves in.

"He won't hide." He knows this for a fact: that bastard won't ever let him or those closest to him have peace until they're both dead, and even then... Noctis looks up, a fire in his eyes. "And I won't, either, but that is something to focus on later."

They have to focus on this place first, and what they know here. "That's the same for most of those I spoke to the last couple months. All but one remember doing something back home, and suddenly waking up on one of the airships." Even himself, but- "You got lucky. When the bulk of us got here, there was only one pair of volunteers. Everyone was packed in that ship like a can of sardines." He's still surprised they didn't have any landing troubles. No doubt they overtaxed the weight limit like whoa.