As Gladio spoke, Ignis let himself go, his brain drifting off into that half-conscious state that spoke of shock and worse things. Each passing second made him aware of more and more things that hurt. His throat was raw and bruised almost as badly as the back of his neck was. His back and sides stung where skin had been sloughed off in bloody strips and between his legs, he was still sluggishly bleeding with each shift or bunch of his body.

The sound of retching tugged at his hazy mind and for a moment, he cracked open his eyes and peered over at his companion. It was in his nature to try to help, but he couldn't get his rebellious body to respond and honestly, he was almost too worn to try again.

"What-"