The things aren't going to go much crazier than they already did. Or, at least Ignis truly hopes so. He just wants to bury his King in peace and in alight place- he deserves so much more than that, but it's the only thing they can give him. And Ignis will be damned if he doesn't make sure it happens.

He remains quiet when Prompto asks him to, not really having anything else to say on the topic. Prompto already knows what Ignis thinks. The movement of the elevator is barely registered in Ignis' brain and all he wants to do is slump against the wall for a while. And rest.

But there will be time for that.

"Yes. We should... inform the others of what happened," Ignis nods. "Perhaps they will be able to lend us more comfortable ride than a motorcycle." Not that he has anything against the bike, and he's really thankful to Marshal but, without his eyesight, Ignis doesn't feel confident on it.