He's forced to rapidly accommodate the shifting space and it forces him in closer to his father, or to a shell that looks like him. When Noctis was a boy, this is the man who had promised to always protect him. Now his eyes are cloudy and his limbs are stiff and he wants to avoid breathing because he doesn't want to smell him.

He fumbles blindly in the dark for his father's hands, suddenly, feeling the fingers of one first and then the other in a last desperate hope. The ring, if he just can get ahold of the ring, if he has it...