Ignis isn't sure why they all ended up walking their own ways during these ten long years. Speaking for himself, he... had a lot to do. A lot of adjusting. A lot of training. His own pride stood in the way. He didn't want to burden the others with it, dragging them into his own problem when there was something more important at hand.

"Hmm..." a small nod, in agreement. There is a brief memory flash in Ignis' mind of Noct tossing a pillow at the window one morning. It was... such long time ago.

The suggestion pulls Ignis from the melancholic state the memories suddenly brought in. "Yes. We should go see him." He stands, tilting his head to the window slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun that was missing for a decade, then heads for the door. 'Watch over us, Noct...'