He'll have to, and they'll both hate it. He's almost awake when he hears that voice again, the one that beckoned him to Reflect the first time, just before he awoke on that ship nearly two months ago.
'Now enter into Reflection, that the Light of Providence shine within.'
No... NO. Wake up. He has to wake up...! Yet as he tries to cling harder to Ignis, his hands just pass through. Just like the time he tried to break through to him. Something catches in his throat. First Prompto, and now Ignis, too.
He isn't sure if he screams or not, but several profanities he's fairly certain his father would lovingly scold him for (especially the ones that take Bahamut's name in vain) are on the tip of his tongue.
The memory of the blue Messenger lies down on his chest, tiny paws kneading just below the collarbone as the memory repeats, kicking Ignis out.
Fifteen minutes. It's another fifteen minutes before suddenly the nebula around him fades, revealing him and one other person in strange white and black armor that looks right at home in outer space conditions. Noct is barely aware when he feels hands shoving him backward, and directly for the ship Ignis is on.
"Damn, sonova-" He doesn't finish that thought, reaching out with his free hand as if to grab him from the nebula before it fully forms, but his fingers touch nothing but empty matter. Not again. Not again—! He can't see this again even if it's with someone he barely knows in comparison...!
His back soon hits the floor of the airlock on the airship. Noctis hisses, grimacing as he takes hold of the side as it automatically closes and begins to pressurize. "Shiro- Shiro!"
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'Now enter into Reflection, that the Light of Providence shine within.'
No... NO. Wake up. He has to wake up...! Yet as he tries to cling harder to Ignis, his hands just pass through. Just like the time he tried to break through to him. Something catches in his throat. First Prompto, and now Ignis, too.
He isn't sure if he screams or not, but several profanities he's fairly certain his father would lovingly scold him for (especially the ones that take Bahamut's name in vain) are on the tip of his tongue.
The memory of the blue Messenger lies down on his chest, tiny paws kneading just below the collarbone as the memory repeats, kicking Ignis out.
Fifteen minutes. It's another fifteen minutes before suddenly the nebula around him fades, revealing him and one other person in strange white and black armor that looks right at home in outer space conditions. Noct is barely aware when he feels hands shoving him backward, and directly for the ship Ignis is on.
"Damn, sonova-" He doesn't finish that thought, reaching out with his free hand as if to grab him from the nebula before it fully forms, but his fingers touch nothing but empty matter. Not again. Not again—! He can't see this again even if it's with someone he barely knows in comparison...!
His back soon hits the floor of the airlock on the airship. Noctis hisses, grimacing as he takes hold of the side as it automatically closes and begins to pressurize. "Shiro- Shiro!"
Grab your king before he exits the ship, Ignis.