He blinks. “Why are you sorry? I understood you. You’re not that drunk, Noctis.” It has taken a moment but the tones and wording had made sense. He puts that aside. Chocobos being bigger makes sense. Noctis has said they don’t have horses. He doesn’t ask about what caused the surge in monsters. He has a feeling he already knows. The man with red hair dressed in some gaudy other age’s style flashes before his mind’s eye.

Yes. Him. Shiro laughs quietly, “Bigger. Arus is already big enough and runs like the wind. I’m still having trouble keeping in the saddle.” But he’s learning. One day riding a white smelly bird won’t be weird. He smiles at the memory of wind in his hair and the feathers brushing against him.

“I like meeting people too. There’s a lot to learn and the people...they’re all incredible. So many view points and so many ways to live...”