Shiro's full attention is back on Noctis but his eyes go a little distance. It's subtle but as his mind flashes back to the battle he'd been embroiled in only his eyebrows given away how far away his thoughts are.

He reaches for the U shaped device clipped to his hip. White and black with a grip, it has all the indication of a weapon but nothing happens when he touches it with his fingers. "There's no way I'd black out as totally as to forget what was happening. Not then."

Especially not while under attack from within as well as without. "I assume we can reasonably conclude no one will remember between what they were doing and waking up in those cots. So the question is what interfered in our lives and has that kind of force behind it?"