Waking up wasn't something Ignis wanted to do. Not when darkness was something safer and less painful. His stomach lurched when he cracked open his swollen eyes and for a moment, he almost passed out again. It would've been easier, really. Kinder. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Ignis' character to give up, as much as he might want to. Groaning under his breath, he did what he could to roll up onto his hands and knees, gasping when pain shot through his gut and-

He fought back a soft sob once he realized what had happened. He could try to deny it, but the telltale throbbing between his legs was unmistakable. His memory about what had happened was foggy at best, but there was no denying that something horrific had happened. Trying to push that ominous knowledge aside for a moment, he glanced around, swallowing past a dry knot in his throat only to croak something out when he saw that he wasn't alone. Gladio lay not three feet from him, clearly unconscious. Trying to speak again, Ignis lurched closer, still on his hands and knees because honestly, he wasn't sure he could stand up if he tried. Not with how weak his legs felt.