[It's probably a good thing Ignis can't see the damage to Nyx's arm, otherwise their conversation would be heading a very different direction. Instead, he can only feel grateful when his hand is guided to the Glaive's arm, and he actually finds himself smiling a little at that familiar sounding snort.
Well, it's good to know at least one of them still has their pride and ego intact.
The smile fades, though, when Ignis hears Nyx shift gears, casually directing their conversation from friendly banter to duty. Unconsciously, Ignis straightens his posture, the hand on Nyx'x arm tightening slightly.]
We got there. It took a while, but we got there after Noct finished forming the covenants with Titan and Ramuh.
I don't know how things went so far to bloody hell after that, but they did. The First Secretary agreed to let us hold the rite, but Gladio, Prompto, and I had to evacuate the whole city, while the Oracle and Noctis handled the Tidemother. And she was angry to be woke, so very angry, then the Six damned Nifs showed up... [It's clear from how his speech patterns have changed that the memories Ignis is recounting are shifting from bad to downright traumatic. As if to punctuation an already clear statement, the advisor suddenly begins shaking.]
Prompto managed to get a hold of one of their smaller hover...ships and was going to fly Noct closer to the Tidemother. [Ignis is fumbling for words, and he would be mortified if he was in the condition to realize how much his composure is shattering. He would never let the others see him like this and it is only the freshness of the trauma and the bond he shares with Nyx that allow it now. Back during their training days, the Glaive was able to understand what it was like to be an outsider in a city that didn't want them where Gladio and Noctis could not. More than once he had helped calm a younger Ignis when it had become too much for the teen to handle on his own.]
I don't even clearly remember how it happened. I just know I ended up pinned on the ground by several MTs with a shattered knee and a dislocated shoulder. The Chancellor showed up and after that it's just darkness and pain.
[He takes a deep breath, struggling not to let himself get lost in the suffocating wave of darkness and agony the memory drowns his mind with.]
I don't know what happened to the others, because I woke up here, but they survived. Prompto is here too, and he remembers things I don't--things about all of us.
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Well, it's good to know at least one of them still has their pride and ego intact.
The smile fades, though, when Ignis hears Nyx shift gears, casually directing their conversation from friendly banter to duty. Unconsciously, Ignis straightens his posture, the hand on Nyx'x arm tightening slightly.]
We got there. It took a while, but we got there after Noct finished forming the covenants with Titan and Ramuh.
I don't know how things went so far to bloody hell after that, but they did. The First Secretary agreed to let us hold the rite, but Gladio, Prompto, and I had to evacuate the whole city, while the Oracle and Noctis handled the Tidemother. And she was angry to be woke, so very angry, then the Six damned Nifs showed up...
[It's clear from how his speech patterns have changed that the memories Ignis is recounting are shifting from bad to downright traumatic. As if to punctuation an already clear statement, the advisor suddenly begins shaking.]
Prompto managed to get a hold of one of their smaller hover...ships and was going to fly Noct closer to the Tidemother.
[Ignis is fumbling for words, and he would be mortified if he was in the condition to realize how much his composure is shattering. He would never let the others see him like this and it is only the freshness of the trauma and the bond he shares with Nyx that allow it now. Back during their training days, the Glaive was able to understand what it was like to be an outsider in a city that didn't want them where Gladio and Noctis could not. More than once he had helped calm a younger Ignis when it had become too much for the teen to handle on his own.]
I don't even clearly remember how it happened. I just know I ended up pinned on the ground by several MTs with a shattered knee and a dislocated shoulder. The Chancellor showed up and after that it's just darkness and pain.
[He takes a deep breath, struggling not to let himself get lost in the suffocating wave of darkness and agony the memory drowns his mind with.]
I don't know what happened to the others, because I woke up here, but they survived. Prompto is here too, and he remembers things I don't--things about all of us.