[No one should have had to be the hero. No one should have had to plea with his ancestors for the power to see another dawn. No one should have had to exchange their lives for a future that was so bleak.

And what was it all for? To protect him? To march him forward towards some destiny that he didn't even fully realize? It was like leading a lamb to slaughter, without ever making them aware of their fate. Just expecting them to keep going, on and on. To just accept it all when the time came.

Noctis was tired of people sacrificing themselves for him. Having to choose between the future and themselves. The lives of innocents or their own. Each one an impossible choice that no one should have to make.

Most of all he hated that stupid ring. Hated his ancestors and the gods they had followed so blindly. Hated the empire. Hated all of it. And now he couldn't even do anything to fix it.]

Thank you. For what you did for Luna. For Lucis. And... I'm sorry. I should have been there. To help all of you. If I had known, I...

[Wouldn't have gone. But his father had made it seem like everything was under control. Like he could handle it. Like there was no danger. Like it would all be alright.]

Do you... do you know what happened to my dad? All the papers said was that he died in the fall.