An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.

Noctis was the last thing he saw. Noctis was the last thing he would ever see. In the beginning, Ignis had resigned himself to that, but now that his world had gone dark and that darkness was a reality, it wasn't what he'd prepared himself for. No, he'd imagined following his liege into death and was more than glad to, but this... oh, this wasn't what he'd been expecting. Not the ever present throb of scorched skin or the phantom pain of that damned ring he'd slipped onto his finger to try and protect the young man that he'd served and protected and loved like a brother.

They'd won the day, but the price had been a high one. The covenant had been sealed, but the Oracle was dead and Noct was...

He kept telling himself that Noctis was just sleeping it off. After all, he loved to sleep. He had all his life. Now would be no different, right? At least, that was what he tried to remember when he silently readied himself into going to visit him only to be thwarted by doctors telling him he wasn't well enough yet. He wasn't steady enough yet. He needed time to adjust.

As if there was enough time to get used such a thing.

Instead, he just sat there, perched in his bed and mired in his head while he tried to adjust.