Ignis Scientia

It wasn't often, that Ignis dreamed, and, when he did, they were usually just flashes of the past, either things he remembered from long ago when he could see, or the things bestowed upon him from the moment he ceased to be able to. The smile on Noctis' face the first time he'd cooked for him. A nod of approval from Gladio across the training room, or a flash of Prompto's camera. Begrudgingly traipsing after Nina through the sewers, barely sweeping in in time to pull a pan from Shane's hands before disaster struck. Those were the good ones, the memories, and then there were the bad ones, the flashes of futures he'd seen, but especially the memory of them all, older, as he'd never actually see them, gathered around a campfire, and then the one of Noctis, spent, sitting in the throne and slouched over his father's sword...

But this one...

This dream was different...

( It was Angelgard, but as he'd never seen it before... )

And his keen ears, as he picked up his pace and began to run, caught the sound of her mumbling something disparaging, something about him finally losing his mind, but he didn't catch the details. It didn't matter. He knew he could trust her to know where the others were, and getting to the Hammerhead was all that mattered to him now.


[[ NFB, NFI, don't mind me just nudging something back into motion here, doo doo doo....]]