Ignis has been asking himself those questions for months now. Ever since he arrived with the knowledge of what is going to transpire, Ignis' mind had never once been calm, despite Ignis' attitude. No amount of cheerful chats, cooking and spending time with friends could push aside the fact that... that this is what awaits them when they go back.

He'd endure seeing the vision over and over again if it could stop the future from happening. Is it... selfish that he doesn't want to go back? This place gives him a bad vibe, but here- Noct doesn't have to die. He won't be killed on the throne, by his own father, leaving them all behind. Alive. With guilt welling up inside of them that they didn't die for and before him.

But that's not what Noct wants. And Ignis... Ignis swore to always respect his King's decisions.

Ignis shakes his head, head buried against Gladio's chest. There are loud noises in the bar and a lot of people so no one really pays attention to them. The sobs are shaking him from the core:"G...Gladio... I feel...- I feel like I'm leading him to his death- I can't-!"

He takes a shaky breath, pulling away and gripping onto Gladio's jacket:"Keeping him safe just to slaughter him at the right moment- Gladio- this is not right!"

His yell makes few people stop and glance at him, but Ignis doesn't spare even a second for them.