Ignis almost doesn't even register the touch- even if he did, he wouldn't mind. His thoughts are swimming in every direction, clashing and then coming back full force. And Gladio's broken voice is not helping at all. Telling him this while drunk was probably not the best idea he had but- the filter was gone, he feels as if there's steel in his chest and breathing is a task he has to overcome.

"In... In Altissia. When we went for the blessing from the Tidemother. The Astral razzed the coast and altar to the ground. As- as I was getting to Noct after the battle, the messenger of Shiva appeared, the- the white one, and... and she showed me. She showed me everything-"

His head hurts as the images come flooding back again. Six, is there a way to stop this? The drinks aren't helping.

"I- I saw Noct- being stabbed on the throne by- by the Kings of Old- all of them Gladio-! All thirteen of them!" There's a moment of silence before a choked sob escapes Ignis, "...king Regis too..."