I'll take it. Even right here and right now I'd feel a hell of a lot safer with someone else watching my back.

[Ratio at least isn't acting like he wants to kill him, and those few survivors left who were dragged into the gravity core are...well, he's seen them. Noctis is pretty sure none of them can hold up an act for very long right now.]

You watch my back, I'll watch yours. And if I do need a weapon, [all too likely,] don't—don't worry about me aiming it at you.

[Dearest Luna, darling Luna, dead Luna, tilts her head at him and Ratio.] Prompto didn't worry, did he now. [Noctis lets out a tired sigh.] Don't mind her.