As much as Regis wants to comfort his son, he knows there's no denying the truth behind Noctis' words. None of them should've been forced to make such life or death decisions. They were dealt an unfair hand by the deities above, forced into roles they did not want. While they could sit here and lament over what transpired, Regis is more interested in looking towards the future. This might be the last time he'll be reunited with Noctis, so he means to make the best of it while he can.

"Does that mean we're going fishing soon?" He asks with a grin. "If so, I certainly wouldn't mind but let us find out bearings first." Regis reaches over to pat Noctis on the head only to pause once he notices something green and foxlike staring at him.

"Oh, what is...that?" He questions once he notices the green furred familiar. "It seems you have a friend, Noct."