Oddly enough, Ignis doesn't resist the pull. He settles down into Gladio's lap almost as if he is a doll whose strings have been cut, head resting on the Shield's shoulder, turned so he can bury his face in his lover's neck. Tears fall faster now as, not only do his emotions about Lunafreya's death, but also his worries about everything begin to spill out. Honestly, he hasn't felt this out of control since he arrived on Enso over two years ago.

Lunafreya was fated to die just like Noctis was. Ardyn had just sped the process along slightly. Everything was planned from the very gifting of Ardyn with his powers so long ago to...to...

For a moment, his throat tightens and Ignis almost chokes on his own breath.

"Maybe...maybe Ardyn's right and this is a fool's quest. It was all fated. E-even my..." He laughs brokenly, curling tighter into Gladio, "I thought I was going to change fate and all I did was play the role Bahamut assigned to me from the very beginning."