[If he had been younger, he would have definitely razed the whole of the field on his own. He would be doing it right now, even in front of Noctis. The memory would have smarted worse than any injury he could have received.]

He did something very terrible, and I caught him when it was all over. He had betrayed our clan. I hadn't been there to stop him.

[His hand slips back under the edge of the long cloak, and it settles neatly around his shoulders and front. His eye lifts to peer at Noctis. This description of the older boy from the memory doesn't fit, strangely.]

So I hated him when really it was myself I hated the most.