Having heard about the possibility to go home, Noctis practically leaped at the chance. He wasn't giving his life story or any sort of samples to the researchers, no matter what they said. And from what he understood of the 'rules' sounded quite frankly to him like when he served (unwillingly at first) under Materia's banner.

The king had thought about a blunted weapon, that wasn't out of his range ability, but his father's sword was his pride and joy, even if that was the one that had done him in. All of his magic was gone, warp strike, the Armiger, all of it. So the sword was an even better companion in an unknown place.

Seeing the somewhat familiar silver-haired man looking at the boards, Noctis looked over at him but then went to go see the spot where this event was supposed to take place.