A sense of dread washes over Regis as his son speaks. Despite coming to terms with the prophecy, Regis cannot help but feel his heart clench at the thought of his son dying. He doesn't want such a miserable end for Noctis but at the same time, he cannot deny the will of the gods. If there been any other way to ensure Eos' future, Regis would've done it by now. That much is true. However, there was nothing else other than to face Fate with his head held high. Still, a part of him cannot help but feel a bit betrayed by the very same deities that blessed their ancient line.

"Spoken like a king." Regis states with a tense sigh as he places his hand upon the boy's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Noctis. Never forget that." He cannot help but smile somewhat despite it all. Noctis grew to become a fine young man. While Regis will forever think of himself as a terrible father, he's grateful that his son grew to become this courageous.

"I do not know what fate awaits us here but either way, we must walk tall."