Ignis knew they just had to stand long enough to allow Noct to finish using the power of the kings to bring back the light. Once he had, the monsters they were fighting would disappear, as they always used to with the light. However, he was exhausted. It had been a long ten years, and an even longer few days. Their return to Insomnia hadn’t exactly been easy. Still, it was this last part he’d been dreading for a decade. Still, he could hear and feel the daemons around them, throwing his spell daggers with unerring accuracy, until one hit air, where once there was a daemon. That was his first indication that something had changed. The second was the intake of breath from Prompto. The third was the feeling of the sun on his face, and the sense of light. Something he hadn’t felt in ten years.
He knew most people across Eos would be celebrating. In any other circumstances he would be too. But he knew that this meant that Noct was gone. Sacrificed himself to destroy Ardyn and the scourge on their star. Still, it wouldn’t do to break down just yet. He took the few steps to where he sensed his companions, and rested his hands on their shoulders.
“The dawn has come.” He said, voice steady in spite of the strength of the emotions flowing through him. “Shall we?”
With a brief conversation, they headed inside. They had to be sure whether their king was alive of not. Ignis could tell from the way Prompto and Gladio’s breathing changed that the sight in the throne room was one he was glad he couldn’t see. Still, he made his way to the throne, his brain full of white noise. He had no idea if the others tried to talk to him, or stop him. He had a singular purpose. His hands reached out to touch his king’s face, trace his fingers down to feel the sword sticking out of his chest.
Ignis’s carefully constructed control broke, and he finally let out an audible sob, his knees buckling beneath him. Collapsing on Noctis’s body, he clasped at his lifeless hands, unable to do anything but sob his name, begging him to come back. He felt hands on his shoulders pulling him away from the body, and into the warm embrace of his friends. While they all sobbed together.
The next thing he knew, he was waking up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar place. From both the scent and the sounds around him, he was certain he was in a medical facility of some sort. But, he wasn’t sure where. Or where his friends were. With a frustrated sigh, he pushed down his emotions once more. He had to be sure they were safe.
He sat up, and had just swung his legs over the side of the bed, when he heard footsteps echo outside the room. He prepared to summon his spell daggers to his hands if he needed to, as he heard the door open. Turning towards the sound, he tilted his head to one side, questioningly.