It is. The young cat-prince thought so too, yowling and squirming and doing everything he could to convey his displeasure, trying to convince his brother not to take up such a burden on his behalf. Even if it meant remaining as a cat for the rest of his days.

[He turns his fingers inward just slightly, curling them so that his nails come to scritch lightly against Noct's head in a pleasant, idle sort of way.

That's an odd little addendum that comes at the end, though, and it's curious enough that he puts his story on pause to ask: ]

Do you, now? You've met a witch?