"I've... I've tried. I scoured the libraries here but- there's nothing we could use. Nothing that can help- I just don't know..."

By now, Ignis' talking has turned into low muttering, eyes closed as Gladio's forehead rests against his own. He jumps a bit when he yells but not enough to pull away completely. His brain is completely razzed with pain, alcohol and the neverending feeling of helplessness.

Gladio's hug does help Ignis calm down a little and he relaxes in his hold. Somehow, whenever he says that things will be alright, Ignis believes him. Even though his rational mind is supplying him with reasons that this is not the case.

Ignis manages to nod, wanting nothing more than to drink himself into oblivion so he won't have to think about all of this.

"We'll... fix it. He won't die. And we'll get drunk-! Eb... Ebony- bring us drinks-!"

His Moogle floats over, tilts head curiously at them and then leaves to get them the drinks.