He didn't even register the voice. Not when his mind's eyes were full of memories that were already coming back to him. His damn near perfect recall was part of the problem in this case and now that he was awake and aware, his brain was right back as it should be, feeding him information even if his psyche couldn't handle it. Cor's words settled into the background of his thoughts, just barely there and not enough to pull his attention away at the moment.

Instead, Ignis shrunk back in on himself, his arms tightening around his legs as he felt a phantom hand close around the back of his neck over and over. There was no sound from the adviser save his uneven breathing and no recognition in his posture.