Ignis doesn't have to have eyesight to see just how oppressive this place is. The weight it holds just standing in the room makes it very hard to breathe. Ignis doesn't dare to even imagine how his King looks on the marble stone in front of him, for the only image in his mind is that of a young prince, smiling at him because he just put maybe a bit too much of chili pepper in Gladio's noodles.

That's how he wants to remember him. Not on the cold stone.

Ignis gives Gladio a nod. It really is a perfect place for their King, the bringer of light. Noct seemed to like Gladin Quay a lot if their trips to the small port and vacation place were any indication. The sun, fishing spot, that damn cat that ended up following him all the way to Caem.

"We should look into people that can help us build it," Ignis says quietly. They will have to make a trip to Lestallum to, hopefully, find architects who can do it. Despite the fact that neither of them wants to step away from this place and the guarding duty.