[The hand Ignis doesn't have pressed to his temple clenches at his side as if he is just barely holding back the urge to summon a dagger. Logically, he knows that such concern and desperation is not something Noctis would fake, yet Ignis' recently wounded heart fears the pain that accepting this truth will inevitably bring.]

If we run, when will we stop? This place won't release us until it wishes to! And what do I do then when it returns me to the island alone knowing you have once more gone to a death I failed to save you from?