Ignis doesn't hear any conversation, despite knowing that Gladio is there. The sound Prompto makes sends a chill down Ignis' spine and his stomach lurches. His throat is so choked up he can't even make a proper sound. He wants to cry, to scream his lungs out, but the weight of reality is just crushing him to the point that he can't even properly breathe.

He should stand up. He should help Prompto on his feet too. With the iron force of will, he shifts, legs shaking as he crouches, still holding onto Prompto and trying to lift him on his feet with him.

"Prom..."