Cor's lack of denial told Ignis that his fears and speculations were right. He felt bile rise up in the back of his throat and in the back of his mind, he idly wondered when the last time he'd even thrown up was. No. No. If he kept thinking like that, he wouldn't just be thinking about it. His body would allow itself to do just that and right then, being sick was the last thing he needed. It was bad enough that he already felt like he'd never be clean again-

It was hard, but he managed to tear his gaze away from Cor's all too knowing one, his green eyes dropping to rest on his lap. The sheets, Anything else but Cor's eyes.

"Has he attacked anyone else?"

That was the strategist talking and that emotionless tone was a sure sign that he was trying to disconnect. If he didn't, he wasn't sure he could function.