[ Noctis, oblivious to Kaladin's train of thought but not to the eyes of an "enemy" combatant on him, erroneously assumes Kaladin is sizing him up for their impending fight. Well, maybe he'll judge based on size alone and underestimate him; that'll only lead to a greater sense of satisfaction when he gets to knock him on his ass for the first time.

Would Syl understand? He can only hope. ]

Maybe... You said you feel like she can hear us though, right? Maybe "prison" is you jumping to the worst case first. [ Maybe it's like lucid dreaming during a long peaceful nap... hands find his hips as he admires the beautiful spear, head tilting. ]

Hey, Syl. My voice isn't gonna' be familiar since his settings are still weird, but it's Noctis.

I'm gonna' have to beat Kaladin up a little but don't hold it against me. He just has it coming... you probably get it, since you deal with him all the time.