There was no way that Ignis could look away even though he wanted to. What he wanted to do was burrow back down into the bed, shut the world out and try to wrangle the memories still bouncing around in the back of his head. He still couldn't remember a good chunk of what happened, but Cor's words, the way he was watching him... Ignis was starting to suspect and it made him feel ill just thinking about it.

A million questions were there, waiting on the tip of his tongue. All of them were fearful things, things he didn't want to ponder, much less speak. He was smart enough to reason out what he knew and speculate what he didn't, but he wouldn't. Not when everything pointed to Gladio-

He couldn't. He wouldn't.

His gaze locked on Cor, Ignis' head slowly started to shake as if that would be enough to negate the whole situation.

"You can't be implying what... you can't."