[Noctis leads them a little bit away, not quite beyond the safety of the firelight, or so far that he's likely to stumble on his way back - unused to the dark, unlike Ignis - but just far enough that their voices won't echo as easily back to camp, and so he can feel the dark around him, a slice of what Ignis must experience every day. They're by the edge of the cliff overlooking the bay of water near Insomnia's highway; he can see a dim glow of the city in the far distance, reminding him of the now-lost Crystal and the way the Citadel always glowed, like their home's perpetual nightlight that held at bay all the monsters of the dark. It's weird to hear only silence, now. It was always noisy, even at night.

He murmurs to Ignis where the edge is and sits down carefully with him, only loosening his grip once they're settled. He shuffles forward just enough to let his legs dangle, as he was so often fond of doing on roofs and balconies, half because he liked it and half to make Ignis sigh about perceived dangers. Though it would be ironic to endure everything for so long only to die from falling off a cliff right at the finish line. Thank the gods for the power to warp.]

I missed so much... what about you? Got one more lecture for me? Anything you'll regret, if you don't take care of it tonight?

[A kinder way to say any last words, he hopes. It's not as if they'll get another chance to talk privately after this.]