[It is both too little of an answer and too much of one. Though Ignis' expression remains the same, his hands suddenly tighten around the makeshift cane in his lap hard enough that the leather of his gloves squeaks in protest. As much as he wants to take Gladio at his word, the subtle movement after the Shield paused to do his thinking and the feel of eyes on his face make Ignis' instincts crawl with suspicion.
Whatever is going on, it's something to do with him. Not the strange setting or the suddenness with which they appeared here, but him.
While no one would ever guess it, there are times when Ignis hates being so analytical. What good is logic when he develops the case on both sides so well he can't decide which direction to go in? Right now, one part of his mind tells him to continue being blunt, to call Gladio on what is very likely a lie so that the Shield doesn't get into the habit of treating him differently because of his injury. Isn't that what Ignis was worried about when he woke up blind? If anyone was going to have trouble with it, it would be Gladio because his duty--their duty--in protecting and guiding Noctis dictates leaving a crippled link behind.
And he's certainly that now, isn't he?
Never mind his mind still works even without vision. It's Ignis' confidence that is shaken and his pride that is in tatters. By the Six, he still hears the Chancellor's mocking words, and it makes him want to scream out the fear and anger he'd been unable to fully express then, pinned to the street with guns trained on his back. Not that he ever will. There's no way Ignis will ever let someone see him lose his composure so thoroughly.
If only that could stop him from feeling the need to do so.
The other part of his mind tells him to pick his battles as it always does. Is right now the time to push Gladio on something he's obviously not ready to talk about? It could stop future bad habits or it could set up worse ones. They don't have time to get tangled up in emotional reactions right now. They need to focus on survival, they need to find out what this place is, and they need to find a way back. That's the core of it, isn't it? The plan no matter how frustratingly vague. They need to stick to that, and he needs to box up his emotions and put them away like he always has in the past.
Still, when he finally speaks, hands still gripping the metal rod for dear life, Ignis can't make himself completely leave the issue hanging in the air unaddressed.]
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Whatever is going on, it's something to do with him. Not the strange setting or the suddenness with which they appeared here, but him.
While no one would ever guess it, there are times when Ignis hates being so analytical. What good is logic when he develops the case on both sides so well he can't decide which direction to go in? Right now, one part of his mind tells him to continue being blunt, to call Gladio on what is very likely a lie so that the Shield doesn't get into the habit of treating him differently because of his injury. Isn't that what Ignis was worried about when he woke up blind? If anyone was going to have trouble with it, it would be Gladio because his duty--their duty--in protecting and guiding Noctis dictates leaving a crippled link behind.
And he's certainly that now, isn't he?
Never mind his mind still works even without vision. It's Ignis' confidence that is shaken and his pride that is in tatters. By the Six, he still hears the Chancellor's mocking words, and it makes him want to scream out the fear and anger he'd been unable to fully express then, pinned to the street with guns trained on his back. Not that he ever will. There's no way Ignis will ever let someone see him lose his composure so thoroughly.
If only that could stop him from feeling the need to do so.
The other part of his mind tells him to pick his battles as it always does. Is right now the time to push Gladio on something he's obviously not ready to talk about? It could stop future bad habits or it could set up worse ones. They don't have time to get tangled up in emotional reactions right now. They need to focus on survival, they need to find out what this place is, and they need to find a way back. That's the core of it, isn't it? The plan no matter how frustratingly vague. They need to stick to that, and he needs to box up his emotions and put them away like he always has in the past.
Still, when he finally speaks, hands still gripping the metal rod for dear life, Ignis can't make himself completely leave the issue hanging in the air unaddressed.]
You will tell me if you figure something out?