[...Okay, that last one is rather hard to believe and yet isn't. Because giving the gods a middle finger or two seems right up his numerous times removed uncle's alley. Both from what they know of the man from experience, and what the Draconian tried to paint him as.

Be grateful, Ignis. He was literally just dropped like a hot potato when he woke on this very shore. Regardless of the answer as to how long the other Noctis had been within the Crystal, the words were still settling in his mind when he awoke here. And that relief is something he can't ignore. Even if he tried. It's like watching an invisible meteor falling off his friend's back as his grasp over their clasped hands tightens slightly in a brief squeeze. Hoping that conveys enough that he saw that expression and smiled faintly.]

Sounds like you guys have had it rough for a while. [He has no idea; they've yet to talk about much about this place despite the time shenanigans apparently he's experienced. Or other versions of himself. Same thing, really.] Whatever happens, you have my blessing.

[They need to get off this topic or they're gonna go further and further into a circular conversation.]

If I wake up over there, what can I expect? [Aside from the house and apparently a room full of chocobos.]