Uh, yeah. [Noctis shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat, relieved to be switching topics, and reaches down to toss the stick for Umbra again. The Messenger happily obliges now that things seem less serious.] Even if you hadn't done this, I'd have gone. Somebody has to save Gladio from whatever disaster you're planning.
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I like your sass, kid. I knew I wouldn't have to worry about that, but thanks for that anyway. Take care of yourself, Noctis.