Ignis keeps close to Prompto the entire time. Gladio currently has the most composure over them all. The only solace Ignis finds is that he won't be able to witness the scene itself. Flashes of the prophecy and visions are more than enough. There's no waking from this nightmare. No amount of light and freedom they gained will fill the hole that was left in its wake. The sacrifice they had to let happen.

But right now, Ignis had no time to be bitter. He didn't want to seem ungrateful to the King that gave his life to keep theirs safe. And Prompto... out of them all, he spent the least time with Noctis.

His hand never leaves Prompto's back as they climb the stairs, as they ride the elevator, as they step out in front of the throne room. The flash of vision and Noctis getting speared on the throne makes Ignis pause, gripping Prompto's jacket in order to have him stop walking.

"Gladio. Did you... move him?"

The sword from Noctis' chest. The body slumped over in the throne. Prompto didn't need to see that. And Ignis wished Gladio didn't have to see that.