Okay.

[ okay, he says, because what else can he say? ignis is not a liar, nor is he cruel -- even now, noctis can tell that he's attempting to get noctis out of his own head. how confusing everything must be for him right now, and as much as noctis wants to get away and sulk, it doesn't feel right.

it doesn't feel right; ignis needs his help. he can tell in those words, because noctis can read him just as easily as the other way around. they've grown up together, gone through thick and thin, and now that noctis is really paying attention, he's sufficiently distracted from his urge. ]

Plenty. [ he has to inform ignis of everything about this place, fast. ] Keeping up the garden you created in this place, for food. Fishing. Surviving the weeks where weird things regularly happen.

[ he's straightening up, thoughtful. ] Look, it's okay that you don't remember. [ no, it's not. but he'll accept that. ] I'll fill you in as much as I can. Basically, in this place, people come from all sorts of worlds. And times. [ he pauses. ] Ardyn is here, too.