[Solemnly, Regis nods. He had known they were going to cycle back to the original topic of this conversation soon enough, though he had not expected it quite so quickly. Had it been Noctis who was delaying the inevitable or himself? Did it matter? Not really, for in looking at his son now, Regis can see he is as ready as he will ever be despite any earlier hesitation.

Instead of answering Noctis' question immediately, Regis stands moving to sit next to his son. Once seated again, he reaches out to give his son's hand a squeeze.]

There are a million things I could tell you and none of them would matter, expect perhaps this one.

[And in the end, perhaps not even this one if Regis is honest with himself, but he would like to think it matters.]

None of our line have had the chance you have right now. There is no one in recent history who has gotten to pass the ring from one to another while the other still lived. When it all washes over you, if it becomes too much, don't forget that I am here. All you need to do is reach out. I won't allow you to become lost. No matter what else changes when you put it on, the fact I am here for you will not.

[No matter how loudly a certain spirit may speak once the ring slides home.]