Or... strange timelines, more like.

[Noctis makes a vague, uncertain gesture with a hand. How does one even begin to explain?]

For me, it's been months since the treaty was supposed to be signed. [Since the city fell, is the more honest version, but saying it still sucks.] The Marshal's here - Cor Leonis - and for him that was two years ago. And- my dad's here. Alive, and... [He hesitates, then pushes forward,] More than fifteen years younger than he should be.