Now Ignis had every ounce of Noctis trained on him, staring down into his friend's eyes with his own having gone wide. Never, not once, had Ignis made any mention of having seen such a vision. A thousand words wanted to bubble up, to demand to know why Ignis hadn't told him, to thank him for not because younger him would have run from it, to know why Ignis hadn't shared in that burden because he damn well could guess that Ignis, of all people, would keep it to himself.

"Ignis-" His words choke up in his throat, and he swallowed around them to get them to finally keep going. "I- damn." And still failed. He bent his head forward and slowly laid his forehead against Ignis', eyes closing. "And I want you all to live." His voice broke, ever so slightly, because he knew what was coming was going to ask of him the ultimate price and the idea of any of them, Ignis most of all, being forced to share in that Fate felt like the gods would have betrayed him entirely.