[ There's more of that concentrated desperation in his voice. Noctis knows they should fight, but there's a voice screaming in the back of his mind that they should run-- and it's only getting louder, more insistent. ]
Ignis, I don't think we can fight these things, they're like smoke.
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[ There's more of that concentrated desperation in his voice. Noctis knows they should fight, but there's a voice screaming in the back of his mind that they should run-- and it's only getting louder, more insistent. ]
Ignis, I don't think we can fight these things, they're like smoke.