"Yeah, the Bahamut. The only one of the Six, not including the Infernian, that I couldn't call upon. But he was in my nightmare, talking to me... I just couldn't make out what he was saying."

Noctis doesn't want to know what Bahamut was saying to him, but something deep inside tells him that he'll find out eventually. He has a feeling that there's more to this nightmare that he didn't see, that this was just part of a full story that just hasn't been revealed to him yet. It's an awful, sinking feeling that he can't shake. Even with Prompto sitting on him, kissing him, laying curled up in his arms, that feeling just wouldn't go away.

"I started falling again after that," he continues after a few silent seconds. "I couldn't catch myself this time and hit the floor of the Citadel, right in front of the stairs leading to the throne."

And this is where it gets difficult, the part that makes Noctis stop and squeeze his eyes shut. He finds himself taking several deep breaths, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't stop his tears from falling again, rolling slowly down his face. He reaches up to wipe his cheeks, pulling his right hand away from where it had been resting on top of Prompto's hand curled on his chest.