He makes a frustrated grumble, dropping back against the arm of the couch, letting his head hang over the arm so he doesn't have to look at Noct. "So... we were in mechs. Much bigger and fancier than anything the Empire came up with. The uh- Sol called it a neural load- the brain power required to run the damn things was too much for one person so we had to sorta... sync up. Me'n Kuja were working together. He's all flashy magic and flying and shit. So I saw a way to make a path for Sol and we did."

He shrugs, waving a hand dismissively. It's fine. "Those things were never meant to warp but moving fast and flying and shit were how we were both used to moving! So.... we made it work. Woke up in the infirmary here the next day. Apparently, I essentially gave myself an aneurysm." Nyx frowns, considers for a moment. "Er- a few of 'em. That was a couple weeks before you showed up."

But all of that out of the way means he can get back on track. "You think balance could work with him though? I dunno isn't part of the point that the scourge isn't natural it's like... some stupid bitchfit Bahamat threw and made into a plague upon humanity because he didn't get his way."