Ignis finds that his hand rests on something solid. The head of black hair hopefully becoming visible at the touch just like he's finally able to cling onto the leopard print of the front of Ignis' shirt. He wishes he could shield Ignis from the rest of this memory, but he doesn't know how. He doesn't and this makes it all the more painful as he looks up, hoping that familiar green gaze meets blue.

"No," he starts to argue, trying to ignore how Ravus' voice begins to sound more and more like an angry hiss. "I won't leave you."

It's a statement of fact that means far more than anyone else aside from Prompto could possibly understand. He clings tighter, until something throws him back towards his own body and Luna's, causing him to lose his grip. Just as the MTs show up. "Iggy!"