It seemed like that phrase would become a mantra to Ignis as the days went on, but try as he might, he wasn't sure if he could believe it. There was a disconnect between them and he wasn't sure how to bridge that gap. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. The way Gladio looked at him told him that the Shield felt guilty and Noct... the guilt there was just as heavy and right then, Ignis didn't have the strength to help them ease it.
He should've, in his mind. He should've been able to push all of this behind him and do what needed to be doing, but he felt like every nerve in his body was exposed and the effort left him feeling raw and useless. Once again, that insidious word rose up to claw at the back of his mind-
liability
In this state, there was nothing he could do or say that would help his young king or his closest friend. Hells, he couldn't even seem to help himself anymore. Ignis Scientia, the man of so many eloquent words, was silent as he moved to settle himself in a corner of the room, his back against the wall as he let himself slide down to the floor. It was a safe position, an instinctive one and not long after he settled there, he heaved a weary, defeated sigh as he tucked his knees up and settled his forehead on them.
How long he was there like that, he had no idea. From time to time he dozed only to be chased awake by fleeting images of bloody crimson eyes and the sound of something stalking him. At least he didn't scream this time, though. Better he keep quiet and no disturb anyone.
no subject
It seemed like that phrase would become a mantra to Ignis as the days went on, but try as he might, he wasn't sure if he could believe it. There was a disconnect between them and he wasn't sure how to bridge that gap. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. The way Gladio looked at him told him that the Shield felt guilty and Noct... the guilt there was just as heavy and right then, Ignis didn't have the strength to help them ease it.
He should've, in his mind. He should've been able to push all of this behind him and do what needed to be doing, but he felt like every nerve in his body was exposed and the effort left him feeling raw and useless. Once again, that insidious word rose up to claw at the back of his mind-
liability
In this state, there was nothing he could do or say that would help his young king or his closest friend. Hells, he couldn't even seem to help himself anymore. Ignis Scientia, the man of so many eloquent words, was silent as he moved to settle himself in a corner of the room, his back against the wall as he let himself slide down to the floor. It was a safe position, an instinctive one and not long after he settled there, he heaved a weary, defeated sigh as he tucked his knees up and settled his forehead on them.
How long he was there like that, he had no idea. From time to time he dozed only to be chased awake by fleeting images of bloody crimson eyes and the sound of something stalking him. At least he didn't scream this time, though. Better he keep quiet and no disturb anyone.