[ Something else. Part of him can acknowledge that he might be making a bigger deal out of this than he needs to, but it's been something that's been weighing on his thoughts so very, very long now that he probably can't even look it rationally anymore. He just...needs to get it out there, and he won't let this be like last time. He isn't just going to wait, hoping for the perfect opportunity to come when it's really a question of his own courage.

It's not unlike telling his friends about where he came from, and what he was meant to do. He just has to trust Noctis and hope that this won't change the way he sees him too much. ]

Back then...back then. It's...kinda hard to explain. But we were sort of from different points in time. Like, what I remembered happening last back home was different from what you remembered. And back then...you didn't remember anything that happened after we left Cape Caem. [ So...you know. All the bad stuff. ] But I...I did. I remembered everything that happened all the way to you disappearing at the Keep, and...

[ He breaks off, glancing away, ashamed. ]

I never...told you. I kept it secret. A-and I know you don't remember that now, but I...I'm sorry.

[ He should have said something. Getting this off his chest now is a cop-out, he knows, because Noctis does remember all those things, but still. He has to say it, if only for his own peace of mind. ]