[Almost as if sensing the discomfort, Noctis shifts his attention elsewhere - specifically on the others around them. Trying to gauge if any are a threat. Yet, he can't see weapons on any of them.
It's a quiet, unsaid apology. As everything slowly sinks in. What he's seen, what they're experiencing, and now, Ignis' words. Something isn't right.]
I don't either, but... he'll be fine. [He has to be.] He survived the Blademaster, after all.
[Maybe it's foolish, but the prays he's right. Especially with Ardyn nearby. And yet...]
No one else seems armed, so there's that at least. [It's not much of a comfort, he knows. Yet the way Ignis has been talking is bugging him.] Ignis. What's the last thing you remember?
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It's a quiet, unsaid apology. As everything slowly sinks in. What he's seen, what they're experiencing, and now, Ignis' words. Something isn't right.]
I don't either, but... he'll be fine. [He has to be.] He survived the Blademaster, after all.
[Maybe it's foolish, but the prays he's right. Especially with Ardyn nearby. And yet...]
No one else seems armed, so there's that at least. [It's not much of a comfort, he knows. Yet the way Ignis has been talking is bugging him.] Ignis. What's the last thing you remember?