[He'll never admit to it later, but while waiting for Prompto to return from a short scavenging run, Ignis actually had started to doze off. Standing up, no less--the shock of all his body had been through recently finally catching up to him. He'd been listening to the waves roll up against the sand one minute, then starting with a jolt at the sound of an unexpectedly familiar voice the next.
One arm drops from around his waist to keep him steady against the snowmobile. Only once he's sure he's not going to embarrass himself farther by falling, does Ignis face the owner of that familiar voice.]
Nyx? Is that you?
[It can't be. It can't be. Is he actually still dreaming? Nyx Ulric died when Insomnia fell. While Gladio and Noctis had mourned the loss of their fathers, Ignis had silently mourned the loss of the Glaive who'd taught him much about properly wielding the daggers he so loved.
How is it he is here now? Did whatever brought them here have the power to raise the dead?]
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One arm drops from around his waist to keep him steady against the snowmobile. Only once he's sure he's not going to embarrass himself farther by falling, does Ignis face the owner of that familiar voice.]
Nyx? Is that you?
[It can't be. It can't be. Is he actually still dreaming? Nyx Ulric died when Insomnia fell. While Gladio and Noctis had mourned the loss of their fathers, Ignis had silently mourned the loss of the Glaive who'd taught him much about properly wielding the daggers he so loved.
How is it he is here now? Did whatever brought them here have the power to raise the dead?]