"Weeks?" Something far too close to panic cracks Ignis' voice. After all he's lost--his vision, access to his weapons, his magic, and even Noctis and Gladio--he can't...he can't...lose trust in his own mind too. What will he have left then? Was it really possible he'd woke up with amnesia after such a horrible wounding?
Yes, yes it was.
Prompto's gentle fingers searching his head for injury pull him back out of that troubling line of thought, but as soon as the blonde draws away, the thoughts return, and he suddenly feels like the Regalia is sitting on his chest. Ignis leans forward, resting his arms across his knees and hanging his head, hoping it will make breathing easier.
"I don't remember a train," his words are soft and probably hard to hear, but he can't make himself speak any louder. "The last thing I remember is Altissia, and the invasion, and them taking my..."
He can't say it. Another weakness. ...them taking my vision. Why can't he just say it? It's a fact. Just like any other, and yet it sticks in his throat and won't come out. As long as he doesn't say it, it's not real. There is hope. His left eye is gone, but the right. Maybe, maybe at some point...
Trembling hands lace their way into his hair. He needs to stop. If he has amnesia, then he's already been through all this and moved forward. There's no time to do it again. He has to pull himself together, fill in what he's missing, and then focus on getting himself and Prompto back to Noctis and Gladio.
Ignis takes a deep breath and sits back. His body's shaking slightly, but his voice is finally steadier, "Tell me what I'm missing, Prompto. I don't know if my injury in Altissia is responsible for this or if something else happened, but I need to fill in as many blanks as I can. We'll move forward from there."
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Yes, yes it was.
Prompto's gentle fingers searching his head for injury pull him back out of that troubling line of thought, but as soon as the blonde draws away, the thoughts return, and he suddenly feels like the Regalia is sitting on his chest. Ignis leans forward, resting his arms across his knees and hanging his head, hoping it will make breathing easier.
"I don't remember a train," his words are soft and probably hard to hear, but he can't make himself speak any louder. "The last thing I remember is Altissia, and the invasion, and them taking my..."
He can't say it. Another weakness. ...them taking my vision. Why can't he just say it? It's a fact. Just like any other, and yet it sticks in his throat and won't come out. As long as he doesn't say it, it's not real. There is hope. His left eye is gone, but the right. Maybe, maybe at some point...
Trembling hands lace their way into his hair. He needs to stop. If he has amnesia, then he's already been through all this and moved forward. There's no time to do it again. He has to pull himself together, fill in what he's missing, and then focus on getting himself and Prompto back to Noctis and Gladio.
Ignis takes a deep breath and sits back. His body's shaking slightly, but his voice is finally steadier, "Tell me what I'm missing, Prompto. I don't know if my injury in Altissia is responsible for this or if something else happened, but I need to fill in as many blanks as I can. We'll move forward from there."