[His fingernails dig in a little more, and he fights against the urge to snap at Ravus. Fights but, well, he's not feeling that great, and he's worried and stressed and grieving and guilty and so his ability to fight impulses is at an all time low, so a snide remark happens anyway.]

Is that why you stole my dad's sword?

[Because a sword compares with everything else, and really Noctis gets it. Or well, he gets some of it - in Ravus' shoes, he'd be pretty pissed too. And even not in Ravus' shoes, he's angry at himself for failing so hardcore. For not saving Luna. For everything else.

But that's exactly why he grits his teeth and takes a breath and tries to cool it, because he's done with sacrifices, and he is so beyond done with losing people he loves.]

Look, I'm sorry about -- [Gods, even saying her name is hard] -- everything. I couldn't stop that son of a bitch Ardyn, and --

[ And - and what? He doubts Ravus cares about Ignis. ]

I need to get to Niflheim.