Trying to focus on that word brought up another memory. One that's far more recent.
Space. They're floating in space, the images of the Altar fading as he clung harder to the back of Ignis' shirt.
"Specs. Wake up..." Yet he doesn't stir right away, and Noct frantically looked around, trying to find a way to save them before it became too late. Relief flashed in his eyes as Ignis stirred, finally opening his eyes as Noctis' grip loosened. There was the ship the adviser was supposed to be on. But, he knows it wouldn't work. That they could both die if they're exposed to the Dream Width too long without the protection of—
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Space. They're floating in space, the images of the Altar fading as he clung harder to the back of Ignis' shirt.
"Specs. Wake up..." Yet he doesn't stir right away, and Noct frantically looked around, trying to find a way to save them before it became too late. Relief flashed in his eyes as Ignis stirred, finally opening his eyes as Noctis' grip loosened. There was the ship the adviser was supposed to be on. But, he knows it wouldn't work. That they could both die if they're exposed to the Dream Width too long without the protection of—
He pushed Ignis away to safety.