The reminder of the loss, the fury of their flight, and the mounting anticipation for the confrontation has gotten Noctis' blood up too. By the time Squall stops Nyx in his tracks, Noctis has already warped ahead. He lets himself drop to the ground and turns, stalking back with a ferocity in his step that Nyx has likely rarely, if ever, seen from him. Squall will probably recognize the light in his eyes, too - and while Nyx's are tinted, Noctis' are entirely changed, irises completely overtaken with the bright, purple glow; no sign of his usual ocean blue at all.

Seeing Nyx's behavior with the newcomer tells him this must be Squall, but what the hell is he doing here?

"...and so many other atrocities on top of it." In contrast to Nyx's shouting, his voice is low and dangerous in that moment, but then it takes on more of a tired edge. "But Nyx, you did protect the future. ...so did she. I..."

He looks down at the dagger in his hand, and then shakes his head, his tone hard again. "Forget it. We'll talk after we take Ardyn down." Only then does he glance to Squall. "You here to help, or get in our way?"