[ Of all the questions he gets, the one that Noctis asks is not one of them. Under his disguise, Bakugo visibly starts - stands up a little taller, a little more open. Underneath the sudden brightening of his mind, there's a measure of hesitation. The act of opening up has burned even him, before. Very recently, as well. He's not the easiest to understand; considered callous and cruel, but he cares. As he lives and breathes, he undoubtedly cares.

Right now, he cares that Noctis has asked him such an... an honest question. What's it like? ]

It's -- like winning, all the time. Being unstoppable. Nobody's ever got to worry or be afraid, because you're there in the thick of it. You're the best, and villains cower and everyone looks up to you. Nobody -- [ A pang, echoing the guilt, the image he tore asunder. ] Nobody can bring you down.