[She moves, and without the light weight of her to keep him down he finally sits up. One hand goes into his hair, brushing it back out of his face while his eyes flicker from one item to the next in the room, desperately trying to focus through the mounting sensation of guilt. It's strong enough to make his breathing unsteady, his fingers curling tightly into the sheets.]
This isn't--... This isn't natural. [But Gods, it's near enough a tangible pain to fight it.] When Sorrow was killed, it felt like this, do you remember?
[It's not something he needs an answer to. Ignis would defy anyone to forget about that. But there's one thing that's important, here. One thing that comes to the fore in this particular company, and Ignis is quick to grasp her hand and squeeze it gently.]
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Date: 2018-04-21 10:56 pm (UTC)This isn't--... This isn't natural. [But Gods, it's near enough a tangible pain to fight it.] When Sorrow was killed, it felt like this, do you remember?
[It's not something he needs an answer to. Ignis would defy anyone to forget about that. But there's one thing that's important, here. One thing that comes to the fore in this particular company, and Ignis is quick to grasp her hand and squeeze it gently.]
It's... It's not us. It's them.