Noctis sits and listens. He knows that tone. The feelings that fuel that desire; that need. Briefly closing his eyes, he tries to push back down the emotions that surround the very thought of something like that happening to the Regalia. The last - well, maybe not the last he had of his father, but the last gift he'd been given by him. His safe place...

"It's important to you." That wasn't a question, only a statement of fact. He can tell by Shiro's voice. "Never know. Might just be too big for this thing to handle." He's grasping at straws and he knows it, but he still held out hope that Gladio is out there somewhere. That he won't be without his Shield for long. Who knows? Maybe the other's ship is out there, too - yet undiscovered.

"Don't sweat it. I know the feeling all too well." He sighed, trying to catch Shiro's gaze as he lowers his voice. "We will find answers; and if they're here, your teammates. You have this king's word."