What happened to me was not your fault! None of you guided me anywhere, the decision was mine, in the end!

[ His voice is laced, weighed down with sorrow, but behind it, it rings with a tone worthy of a king. Noctis can feel that anxiety tight in his chest, the anxiety that what if, after this, he's sent back to Eos and everything is undone? He tries to shove the thought down, but it lingers, a menacing, evil thing. ]

I can make that promise, and I will, because I'm here. I'm alive, and it's staying that way.