"Species... yes, species," Ignis repeats after Shiro, seeming to be in a deep thought. When in reality his mind wandered off to species and types of fish. Noct likes fishing. Is there a lake nearby? They should go swim.

"Humans are the weakest though," he says with a nod, watching the stack of shot glasses rise. He wants to contribute so he nudges over his own glasses. "Body-wise. We have the weakest bodies. You can train and train and train for years and then you get old and your reflexes poof away and it's all for nothing."