Noctis winces again, watching Ignis get distracted by trying to piece together what he's seeing and what he's hearing. He wants nothing more than to touch him. Try and reach him where his words were failing him.
That's when he sees Ravus' blade go through him, unharmed, the scene speeding up and disappears to the point Ravus is standing -and then kneeling - by his sister.
He can't watch this. He wasn't meant to ever see this and yet this hell decided it was something he had to hear to pull one of those dearest to him he has left from his own reverie. Wetness stinging his eyes, Noctis rounds the taller man; the observer and his savior, his brother and just. lets his hands slip beneath Ignis' arms and wrap them around his waist. He doesn't care if he doesn't feel it, if he ends up phasing through or whatever. He's here. He's real, unlike-
"This isn't really happening. Not right now," he tries to explain, praying to Shiva that his words reach him. "It's the past, Iggy. We're in the Dream Width. Remember how we went to find the others they told us were lost to themselves here?"
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That's when he sees Ravus' blade go through him, unharmed, the scene speeding up and disappears to the point Ravus is standing -and then kneeling - by his sister.
He can't watch this. He wasn't meant to ever see this and yet this hell decided it was something he had to hear to pull one of those dearest to him he has left from his own reverie. Wetness stinging his eyes, Noctis rounds the taller man; the observer and his savior, his brother and just. lets his hands slip beneath Ignis' arms and wrap them around his waist. He doesn't care if he doesn't feel it, if he ends up phasing through or whatever. He's here. He's real, unlike-
"This isn't really happening. Not right now," he tries to explain, praying to Shiva that his words reach him. "It's the past, Iggy. We're in the Dream Width. Remember how we went to find the others they told us were lost to themselves here?"