[ If Noctis really put his mind to it, he could find out how many days had passed since... Since it all happened. He doesn't know how long he was knocked out for, drained of everything, bolstered by the last strains of Luna's magic until it faded and he was really left alone. He'd think it was longer than it was, months instead of hours, at least days, except that he can see it right there on Ignis' face just how long it's been. The burns around his eyes, not hidden well enough by his glasses, are raw and red, only just starting to heal. He'd thought Ignis had been avoiding him forever, since he'd yelled at him that they couldn't turn back, but maybe it hadn't been that long at all. It only feels like it.
Ignis fumbles just to turn off the radio and it's painful to watch. The guilt is overwhelming. It's just one word, just an acknowledgement, but Noct's throat feels closed tight. He chokes it out, because that guilt won't let him stay quiet, not when Ignis can't see him. ]
Yeah.
[ What else is he supposed to say? Get angry again? He wants to turn around and throw himself back into bed, maybe never leave it this time, but it'd be obvious what he was doing, so he can't. He's stuck there in that spot, looking down at the man who lost so much because of him. Ignis can't fight like this. They can't drag him along to some place as dangerous as Gralea, but they can't leave him behind, either. What the hell is he supposed to do? Anger and frustration burning in him like fuel, Noctis looks down the hallway in both directions and asks. ]
Where're the guys?
[ They really didn't expect him to go wandering off on his own, apparently. But what about Ignis? They just left him alone like this? ]
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Ignis fumbles just to turn off the radio and it's painful to watch. The guilt is overwhelming. It's just one word, just an acknowledgement, but Noct's throat feels closed tight. He chokes it out, because that guilt won't let him stay quiet, not when Ignis can't see him. ]
Yeah.
[ What else is he supposed to say? Get angry again? He wants to turn around and throw himself back into bed, maybe never leave it this time, but it'd be obvious what he was doing, so he can't. He's stuck there in that spot, looking down at the man who lost so much because of him. Ignis can't fight like this. They can't drag him along to some place as dangerous as Gralea, but they can't leave him behind, either. What the hell is he supposed to do? Anger and frustration burning in him like fuel, Noctis looks down the hallway in both directions and asks. ]
Where're the guys?
[ They really didn't expect him to go wandering off on his own, apparently. But what about Ignis? They just left him alone like this? ]