[Watching the violent changes between shrieking rage and something at least a little calmer, something wild to something so strained-

It reminds him of the differences between Ardyn, accepting his final moments, finally at peace, fading, dying, and the snarling twisted thing he'd been when he'd finally faced Noctis at the end.

But no matter what it was something that came on the heels of death and the twisting riddles that Tory is speaking in only makes his stomach drop, worried and scared and feeling so utterly helpless. All he wants to do is scoop them up, whatever the form, hold them close and protect them from whatever it is that is tearing them apart like this, forcing them into so many different forms and emotions and-]

Protect us from what?

[The way they keep lashing out, it makes him worry that he's just making it worse, that his presence, forcing Tory to split their attention, is only making things harder. It seems like it must be painful, feeling all those things at once, being all those things at once.]

We can get by but where are you going to be? And what are you trying to protect us from? Tory please gimmie somethin...

[And he's not going to cry, dammit, but he's man enough to admit that he's close.]

Don't you dare take this on alone.