The mask was visible and obvious, and it bothered Clarus, but this hardly seemed the place to break it down and get the prince to open up and pour out whatever was bothering him. Instead the shield nodded, confirming Regis' logic as he looked into the amber liquid in his glass. Tonight was intended to be a release, but somehow Clarus continued to feel more and more stressed. The whole affair with Prompto earlier hadn't helped in the least.

"Have you met my children?" He finally asked, his own mask in place as he looked up at the very young ghost of his friend.