Noctis honestly wishes it was just some trick. That would make things so much easier. He'd have a target to aim all this confusion and anger out on. Yet, at the mention of Altissia his eyes widen, jaw going lax; before he squeezes his eyes shut and his face tightens. Fists clenching at his sides as he turns his head away, muttering, "Just like Iggy..."

Instinct tells him that he has less than five minutes to explain, and it's instinct that makes him look Gladio in the eye.

"That- was two months ago for me," he started. "We were in Gralea. Ardyn had made sure we were split up. Tortured Prompto and led me on some sick chase after him trying to find you guys." He isn't even going to mention the constant taunting over him being rendered powerless, save for the Ring on his hand. And even that doesn't have its power, anymore.