"Volunteered?" Green eyes very attentive, even if Regis's body has gone as close as he lets it, ever, arms loosely crossed over his chest and body leaning back against the couch. Not closing himself from Noctis, not truly, but trying to distance himself from his own emotions and think. (He cannot afford to stay still, paralyzed by confusion and grief.)

"Does that mean that they can know if something or someone is out there, or have they been going out, looking, for a decade?"