[ Oh, he definitely won’t be going to try that again. Noctis pulled in a deep breath and tilt his head back to release it. His hands still shivered, the fear of his experience lingered there, and he lowered his head to look over to Ignis. He reached over to feel the other’s upper arm, just for a moment, and he takes his hand back. He lowers himself over his lap, his arms rest on his thighs, and he holds his hands in a tight clasp before him. The touch was to make sure of a lot things.
First and foremost, his friend was here. Ignis was real and everything about him was genuine Ignis; not just a hallucination brought on by his brush with not just death but a terrorized finale. He huffed gently and looked up to his friend. ]
What.. have we gotten ourselves into?
[ The explanations of what they’re doing here, what their purpose here was not as genuine as how Iggy felt here and now. Rather, the nonsense that was given to Noct before coming off that bed felt like a strange detached dream. Like he had watched the dream some years ago, over a recording, of someone else’s dream. In any case, it felt abnormal—
yet, everything was abnormal about what was happening here. ]
Are you alright?
[ He was, of course, preoccupied by himself for a good amount of time and Ignis was an afterthought to Noct’s immediate trauma. Yet, with the time now between the trauma he was calming down enough to step outside of his immediate world and consider his friend. Still, he struggled with feeling, behaving, and operating out of selfishness; such as going out those doors; what if he had let something in?
No, Iggy said it … it wasn’t entirely me.. He closed his eyes and lowered his head again with a huff. Everything seemed so complicated. ]
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First and foremost, his friend was here. Ignis was real and everything about him was genuine Ignis; not just a hallucination brought on by his brush with not just death but a terrorized finale. He huffed gently and looked up to his friend. ]
What.. have we gotten ourselves into?
[ The explanations of what they’re doing here, what their purpose here was not as genuine as how Iggy felt here and now. Rather, the nonsense that was given to Noct before coming off that bed felt like a strange detached dream. Like he had watched the dream some years ago, over a recording, of someone else’s dream. In any case, it felt abnormal—
yet, everything was abnormal about what was happening here. ]
Are you alright?
[ He was, of course, preoccupied by himself for a good amount of time and Ignis was an afterthought to Noct’s immediate trauma. Yet, with the time now between the trauma he was calming down enough to step outside of his immediate world and consider his friend. Still, he struggled with feeling, behaving, and operating out of selfishness; such as going out those doors; what if he had let something in?
No, Iggy said it … it wasn’t entirely me.. He closed his eyes and lowered his head again with a huff. Everything seemed so complicated. ]