[The sharp drop in mood is palpable. He should have made more of an attempt to curb Noctis' curiosity. It's easy to demand answers; accepting them when given is another matter entirely, and the weight of a world is too heavy for one mortal. The sash has pooled around their feet, but something far more leaden keeps them in place now.

Somnus kneels down to scoop the sash off of the ground. Storing it away in his Armiger, he rises. Lunch will most likely have to pass.]

My legend is that and nothing more. There are many wrongs to my name that the worlds do not know. But if you have need of me, I shall answer.