Oh, stop that! Honestly, I'm not made out of glass!

[Ignis still sounds frustrated, but there's a fondness in his tone now. Nothing's broken or even bleeding, fortunately, though he will be feeling that collision for a few days.

Now that he's closer to Ignis and not trying to cut him into pieces, Gladio may notice a few things that don't quite fit with the Ignis he knows. For one, his scars certainly don't look a decade old. If he looks close enough, he might even notice a fine webbing of white lines that run down his neck, disappearing under his jacket collar. They will eventually fade completely since they weren't created by the Ring, but they certainly look as if they match those on his face. He wears no visor either, just an old, familiar pair of sunglasses.

And his hair? Man, be a bro and don't bring it up. He's not had to wear it like this since he was a teen!]

Separation is what this place does. It fancies grabbing people from important tasks and dropping them where it wishes.

[His voice grows softer then and he tilts his head so that he can look over the top of his sunglasses at Gladio with his blind right eye.]

Please, will you tell me now what the last thing you remember before coming here is?