dog soilders

Regis: Son, listen to me! I bear an omen from the gods!

Noctis: Omen? What was it about?

Regis: Well there were car crashes and dogs and trains and soilders and elevators and mirrors and airships and fighting and explosions and monsters and warping and behemoths and lots of falling!

Regis: But the worst part of all is that you, my son, are going to murder your beloved fiancee in cold blood!

Noctis: No way! Dad, how do I stop that from happening?!

Regis: I’m sorry son, but you’ll have to figure this out on your own.

Noctis: …You have no idea.

Regis: Well you don’t either!