[He glances up and away, following that rustling breeze, somewhat evasive and reluctant to agree with her last question. It isn't wrong, and it isn't right either. Freedom is such a complex thing to claim.]

It's... a different kind. Dad gave me way more freedom than a prince should've had, but I couldn't leave the city, and I had to always remember who and what I am. And then when we left Insomnia, I could go where I wanted, no one knew who I was, but then the gods got to tell me what to do.

[He lifts his hands in a somewhat helpless gesture, trying to smile.]

Here's... the best combination. I can do what I want because I'm not royal, the gods usually stay out of my way, but the walls are back. It's the most free I've ever been, and I'll take what I can get. At least this time it's fair.

[It sounds so depressing, laid out like that. As if he'll never be truly free. But at least here it's an even playing field- everyone is in the same boat, they all share the same fate of being trapped in this world, in this city, but otherwise free to live their own lives. He's no longer other, the king expected to rule or save or die for all the rest. It's as he's told her before- he's just Noctis, here, and that's something he's wanted his whole life.]