[ Instinct is not something that Noctis ever recalled having much of. His condition over the years has left him pretty vulnerable, and so he's mostly the quiet type to stay at home. Over time? These... Dreams have suggested so much more. Visions of disappearing in a flash of blue, gripping hold of a blade that could cut through stone, all while tugging at his energy where's he wakes up exhausted.

He hadn't had it before, but he feels a similar sense of danger as he had in his dreams. Pale fingers grip at his text book and glow a hot white when Ardyn closes some distance between them. He doesn't get it. It horrified him, and there's just something about his eyes and the way Ardyn looks at him that threatens to blind him.

Still, he sits. ]

Well, the laughing, for one.

[ That's not the reason. ]

You asked me to stay behind because of my grades. Is that what we're talking about or can I go?