No matter how many nights that vision haunted him, Ignis kept it to himself. Every inch of it had been scrutinized until he could remember it with startling clarity even when awake and aware. Hells, he could remember the way the chamber sounded, like all the air suddenly pulled from a room.

He wouldn't have it.

With a sigh, he let his eyes close as well, long fingers moving to settle at the base of Noctis' neck, up into soft hair as if he couldn't stand not touching his liege for too long.

"I've been living the last ten years and it hasn't been all its cracked up to be. No. I will stand by your side, as I always have, while you face your fate and I have a feeling that our brothers will do the same. We won't allow you to go so easily. Let the gods come for us. We've already beaten them once. They can't stand against us now."