That was what tipped Ignis off to just how bad things were. By now, Gladio should be openly harassing him, teasing him and such. There was nothing. No chiding words about being caught off-guard or jokes about his ass. Nothing at all and that worried Ignis.

Teeth gritted as his lungs started to burn with exertion, he shifted his path, trying to avoid getting boxed in and trying to avoid being herded. He had to get some distance, some time, to try and figure out what was going on with Gladio.