[Wow, she's worse than him. The silence that ensues is indeed long and awkward, and Noctis wonders if he's said something heinously offensive, to the point where he's put a premature end to this already stilted conversation.

He shifts his weight in the seat, turning to look out the viewport. Another moment or two passes before she speaks, and Noctis blinks, glancing over at her again.]

I think... [He trails off, really taking time to consider her question. He applies it to himself; why is he going along with any of this? Did he feel a "misplaced sense of community" with those around him? Most of them still remained strangers, people he didn't understand from far away worlds he couldn't even fathom.]

...I can't speak for anyone other than myself, but when I was uprooted from Eos, I lost my sense of purpose. Literally. [He was born for one thing, in the end. He couldn't achieve it any longer, far away from home.] Here, maybe I can have some of that back, even if I'm just kidding myself. Even if it won't ever be the same.