[Bitterness is easy enough to hear in her tone. Tiredness is something that Noctis relates to quite well, and the anger? He chooses not to latch onto that, because he has his own frustrations that he keeps buried in his chest, and feels no need to add to them.

He tells himself that, at least. In reality he couldn't block it out completely even if he threw all of his focus into the effort.]

You didn't want to go back? Why not? [It surprises him, visible in the way his eyes widen slightly. He realizes, in this very moment, that maybe it was naive of him to think that everyone wished to return. It seemed the natural course of action. The right kind of inclination. Even his own world, swathed in dark and daemons, was one he would give anything to return to so he could make it right again.

Awkwardness settles in. He sets his jaw.] ...They say you can learn to block other people out. But like anything, it takes practice and training.