He feels a gladness, though, at that. Even back home, special treatment felt strange to him; the idea of him having to sit on a throne in the Citadel one day was often enough to make him feel anxious and almost sick his stomach, in those years past. Easier to blend in and pretend to be normal, even if such a thing were impossible most of the time.

Here? Not so much. And though he would give anything to return home, to finish what was once started, he can at least take pleasure in knowing that the expectations are less in space and on alien planets.

(Good to know. So then, that just means you can call me Noctis.)

An attempt at an introduction, a little awkward, but sincere.