Ignis almost misses the shuffle of Prompto's feet with how painfully heart is thudding in his chest. Astrals be damned, he understands. Ignis understands the feeling way too well. But he has to grit his teeth, keep his back turned to the Citadel and one man he swore to protect since he was six.

"Prompto!" Ignis tries to have his voice be louder than the roar of the Giants in front of him. His hand is shaky as he brings his daggers close to his chest, taking a defense position

"Don't let anyone else die while he is trying to save them. Us."

They can let themselves curse the Astrals and everything born underneath their watch later.

"Please... respect his decision."