Caem... that is even earlier than- Gladio knows nothing of what transpired in Altissia. Of what's going to transpire in the future. Those were... beautiful days in this endless nightmare that seemed to have enveloped them so tightly, not letting them to even breathe.

"My last memory of everything was- Altissia. The angered Goddess struck down Noctis. And Lady Lunafreya dying." Ignis is staring at some spot at the wall, not daring to meet Gladio's eyes. Not yet.

And drinking- it didn't block out a single image that flashed through Ignis' mind at the memory. Words got stuck in his throat for a moment before he willed himself to speak up again, eyes on the glass.

"The Prophecy that we heard so much about, back at the Citadel. Of the one True King coming to save us all and bring back the light. Remember?" He waits for Gladio to answer before continuing, "...I saw it. All of it. And... and the price for it."