Ignis is silent as he listens to the rustle Prompto makes as he crouches and moves the banner out of the way. Whether the other knew what will happen or no, it wouldn't change a thing. Ignis knew that because he tried. He tried so hard to find a hole, a way to pull this off without sacrificing their King and beloved friend. The hopelessness he lived with of knowing but not being able to do anything about it was and still is, slowly killing him. Ripping his heart and soul to shreds, a reminder of what this world truly is.

After few silent moments, he just shakes his head and walks over to Prompto. Is it a curse or a blessing that he can't see his dead childhood friend? Placing his hands on Prompto's back as he crouches, he could feel the shaking from the sobs he's holding back.