Ignis has to hold back a snort as he hears the words float through his head for what feels like the hundredth time in the last few hours. What makes this passage more memorable than the others is that the words are in the voice of someone who isn't even here unless the old buckler that Ignis has strapped over his back somehow is suppose to be a poor stand in for their missing Shield. Honestly, it's quite too small to be any kind of real stand in for Gladio, though, it seems at least to be as sturdy as man would be were he there. By the Six, it had certainly felt sturdy when he stumbled over it the other day.
Unconsciously, Ignis starts to lift his left hand to rub at the ever present--and painful--stabbing around his eyes that has become his constant companion over the last few hours, pausing only when a sharper, echoing stab of pain starts in that hand and runs all the way up his shoulder.
Yes, he's been careless. There's something more going on in these caves than just crystals, sigils, and scavenging. Bloody hell if he could only see maybe he would be able to figure out exactly what is affecting him, and why he's being affected when others aren't. He could ask others but considering he's been infected with whatever this is, he figures it best to distance himself from them rather than risk infecting the very people he's been trying so hard to help. It keeps them safe, but quite frankly, it pretty much is a death sentence for him.
If death is what this leads to. Ignis honestly has no clue and is trying hard not to think on it. It's giving up to think on it, and despite the pain and the odds stacked against him, he's still breathing and giving up isn't in the cards.
He shifts his seated position slightly, wincing at the pain that trips its way up his back and into his lungs. Best not to think on what that means. Ignis needs to get moving again soon, no matter what it means anyway.
For the moment, though, he's going to take a few more moments to rest, head bowed and mind stubbornly focusing on anything but the thought of what it will mean for Noctis and Prompto if he does die down here alone in the dark.]
[10/23; you won't get it back] (CW: Talk of the Crystal Infection Sort)
Ignis has to hold back a snort as he hears the words float through his head for what feels like the hundredth time in the last few hours. What makes this passage more memorable than the others is that the words are in the voice of someone who isn't even here unless the old buckler that Ignis has strapped over his back somehow is suppose to be a poor stand in for their missing Shield. Honestly, it's quite too small to be any kind of real stand in for Gladio, though, it seems at least to be as sturdy as man would be were he there. By the Six, it had certainly felt sturdy when he stumbled over it the other day.
Unconsciously, Ignis starts to lift his left hand to rub at the ever present--and painful--stabbing around his eyes that has become his constant companion over the last few hours, pausing only when a sharper, echoing stab of pain starts in that hand and runs all the way up his shoulder.
Yes, he's been careless. There's something more going on in these caves than just crystals, sigils, and scavenging. Bloody hell if he could only see maybe he would be able to figure out exactly what is affecting him, and why he's being affected when others aren't. He could ask others but considering he's been infected with whatever this is, he figures it best to distance himself from them rather than risk infecting the very people he's been trying so hard to help. It keeps them safe, but quite frankly, it pretty much is a death sentence for him.
If death is what this leads to. Ignis honestly has no clue and is trying hard not to think on it. It's giving up to think on it, and despite the pain and the odds stacked against him, he's still breathing and giving up isn't in the cards.
He shifts his seated position slightly, wincing at the pain that trips its way up his back and into his lungs. Best not to think on what that means. Ignis needs to get moving again soon, no matter what it means anyway.
For the moment, though, he's going to take a few more moments to rest, head bowed and mind stubbornly focusing on anything but the thought of what it will mean for Noctis and Prompto if he does die down here alone in the dark.]