"Damn it," Noctis swore, closing his eyes for a moment, trying not to imagine.

Luna, expecting him. Gladio and Ignis, worrying about and looking for him and Prompto. The covenant, not fulfilled. The Empire ...

It's too easy to imagine. And what they might say. Would they think he - that he ran, and abandoned them? That he was kidnapped? (Most accurate.) That he was dead?

How else were they going to ...

Noctis pushed away those thoughts with effort. "Do you know the longest anyone's been here for?"