[It hurts. The pressure, the force of so much negative emotion crushing the air from his lungs before forcing itself in, clawing, trying to reach his heart and stop it cold. The sound that eventually forces itself free of his throat is something choked, winded, trembling.]
Ar...dyn. [He's half bent over in a desperate attempt to keep his feet, and yet somehow, he's still got his grip on the redhead's wrist. Honestly, Ignis has no idea why he does what he does next. His arm already screams as if every bone was separated by the blast, but when he feels his knees give, he jerks as hard as he can on Ardyn's wrist, determined to drag him down to the floor with him.
And if he's successful? He will finally let go of the redhead's wrist so he can draw him into a hug, words a broken, shaking whisper.]
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Ar...dyn.
[He's half bent over in a desperate attempt to keep his feet, and yet somehow, he's still got his grip on the redhead's wrist. Honestly, Ignis has no idea why he does what he does next. His arm already screams as if every bone was separated by the blast, but when he feels his knees give, he jerks as hard as he can on Ardyn's wrist, determined to drag him down to the floor with him.
And if he's successful? He will finally let go of the redhead's wrist so he can draw him into a hug, words a broken, shaking whisper.]
I'm...still here.