[ Ease your mind, young King. He doesn't regret what he did, the bargain which he had made with the old Kings. It's like he said: not the worst way to go. For while his life may be considered precious and worthy to live by others, in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing. Nothing more than a blip in time compared to the countless others which the future holds. ]

Don't apologize.

[ He's quick to throw that at the young King, a shake of his head given. ]

I don't regret it.

[ Because if he had to do it all over again, prevent Luna from placing the ring on her finger and plead to the old Kings... he would. Over and over again. As many times as it took to give the future a chance.

But what he asks of him next catches him a little off guard and he finds himself staring off ahead as he lets that question, that request of being told, sink in. He knows what happened. He was there and witnessed King Regis' death alongside Luna. But should he... is this his place to answer? Who else would? Luna? She could yet he gets the feeling she might try to spare him the truth as a means to lessen his grief. So it falls on his shoulders then, right? Seems like it.

His jaw becomes tight, teeth dragging over his lower lip again and he looks to speak, to answer the young King but... he falls silent then, a sigh leaving his lips as he stares ahead to the crackling flames. ]

Drautos killed him.

[ He just starts with that first, still not looking to the young King. ]

He was working for the Empire the entire time. There was corruption within the Kingsglaive. I didn't know. [ And he hates that he didn't. ] I couldn't... [ Pausing, he sighs. ] ...he wouldn't let me help. Asked me to take the princess to Altissia to meet you.

[ He recalls the way in which the barrier came up between them. How Luna had pleaded for him to not leave them. But he had and they had witnessed his slaughter, Nyx feeling powerless yet again. ]

I'm sorry. [ Bowing his head, he looks to Noctis then. ] He made it so I could get her out of there.