Ignis is asking a lot of him, and a lot of it is really really fresh. So much so that his shoulders are actually trembling in anger to the point where he has to set the remnants of his tea down by his foot so it doesn't spill. Because, if he could?

He would do the same damn thing.

Noctis starts to open his mouth to say something, but while he's accepted his role as king and protector... It's still hard for him to express this. Both because it involves his personal feelings, and because it's something they can't do shit about until they're back. Well, Ignis could. He's a bit stuck at the moment.

"So I..." He stops, shaking his head. He would hug his knees if he could. Instead, he rests his fists on them. Taking a deep breath before beginning again.

"Honestly, I didn't catch all that he said. Even then, I wouldn't trust what he says farther than I could throw him." If the Draconian hadn't corroborated part of it... He frowns, staring down at his fists. "Apparently he tried to heal the Scourge, but it corrupted him. So the Crystal chose another, and he's been plotting vengeance ever since."

Against his family... their family. The gods. The Oracle line... Everyone, really.