[Noctis can only nod at first, sniffing awkwardly and rubbing his brace hand under his nose; he's not exactly crying, but the signs are there that he's struggled with it for a while, has perhaps done it recently when none were watching.]

She's always been kind, ever since I met her. I could barely look at anyone back then, wouldn't talk... but she just smiled and took care of me. It was... the first time in forever that I felt like I mattered at all.

[It hadn't been too long before those days in Tenebrae that he'd been little more than a lonely brat, pretending he didn't care about anyone so it wouldn't hurt so much to be ignored by the one who should have loved him the most. But Luna... she gave him a place where he could feel safe and important, helped him to understand his duty and his future, limited in scope as it may have been at the time. Even after returning to Lucis, no matter what he was going through, the arrival of Umbra and their notebook always made him smile. As surely as his friends or his father, her support had been integral in forming him into the man he'd become, and he owed her so much. He'd tried to return the favour here, to support her and help her enjoy life outside of her duties, but... he doesn't know if it was enough. She's gone now, so it can't have been, right? He'd failed. Again, he'd failed her.

Just like he will in the future.]