[He hesitates, hearing those words from Ignis, feeling a thick pit of dread deep in his stomach. Which secret, he wonders. One that he already knows? The truth that had been so carefully hidden from him in the months following Altissia, after his arrival here? One of the truths Ignis knew and had chosen, for better or worse, to spare him from? Or something new and left yet unspoken.

He's started to hate secrets, and those moments where they're revealed to him. It always ends up making him miserable. At the same time, if anyone's earned the right to share whatever they need to with him, it's Ignis.

Soon, then. He'll try not to dread it.]

...Right... it's not just me. Time's weird for all of us here. Prompto's from around the same time as us, Gladio's never been here at all, as far as I know. And uh- my dad's here. Alive, but not from our time. Going by his age and the year he knows, we'd all only be a few years old.