Prompto wasn't making a ton of noise. As far as he knew there was no one to talk to. So it was only when he'd pushed the snowmobile up the beach and glanced to the side that he even noticed another body.

Even from a distance, something familiar about it struck him immediately. He froze in place, sure he must be hallucinating. There was no way the guys could be where he was. They were on the train, a million miles ahead of him.

Or where they? He didn't even know where this was to begin with. He started running before he'd fully convinced himself that what he was seeing was real. If it was, after all, then Ignis needed help and he couldn't sit there and stare.

"Iggy!" he called out while on his way. By the Six, was Iggy hurt? He was lying on the beach. It wasn't like him to be like that. He kicked up some sand as he slowed to a stop, instantly coming down to his knees by Ignis' body and reaching for his shoulders. "Iggy, are you okay? How did you get here?"

Ignis looked hurt. He should have been healed since their time in Altissia, which meant something else must have happened. First things first, he needed to help him sit up and make sure he wasn't too seriously injured. "Come on, I got you buddy."