Just as he thought. Ignis can't feel him, either. Only hear as hands seem to phase through his form. Like Noctis isn't even there, trying desperately to hold onto the fabric of his shirt.

No...

He shakes his head, and when he hears Gladio's voice but not see Prompto with him... Even without being told or seeing it, he can tell that something is wrong. Deadly wrong. His mind automatically goes back to how time seemed to stop, weeks later than this memory. How that bastard used some stitch in time to- To...

"Wake up," he answers simply, a note of panic in his voice. "You need to wake up."

How is something that he has to figure out on his own.