[Regis gives his son a worried glance. The two of them had scarce time to talk nevertheless comprehend the brutality they're witnessing now. He feels somewhat guilty now, almost as if all this has been his fault. As a father, he often grieved over the fate of his son in private. Regis knew there was nothing that could be done to spare Noctis from the suffering that would come. He knew that but still chose to shelter the boy however he could. Regis may not have been the best father but he was a dotting one with endless love for the young man beside him.

This is why he seems somewhat uncomfortable allowing Noctis to witness such horrors now. His son tries to keep such a frigid mask on but the boy's eyes betray him. He can see the worry and fear that lingers within those familiar blue pools. It's enough to remind Regis that Noctis didn't grow up surrounded by death and destruction as he did in his youth.

Regis is a bonafide war hero. King Mors sent him to defend their homeland when he was just seventeen. Regis was just a child then, the same for Clarus. He's accustom to war and the horrors that come with it but even so, Regis dislikes it greatly.]

The men we see before us have chosen to fight for the sake of their faith in order to expunge the invaders who've come for this sacred land.

[That's just about all Regis knows personally about this conflict. Information is scarce.]

They're fighting for what they believe is just and sacred.