[ gladio doesn't even need to say anything. not when ignis can feel the other tensing up against him, staying silent instead of easily shrugging such a thing off.
the silence lets ignis know that the word means something to gladio too and for the first time in a good while there's a sense of relief, a reassurance that he's not going completely insane with intrusive thoughts on occasion. certainly it meant that something strange was going on, but with gladio in on it too, ignis knows that it won't be as much of a nightmare as it could have been.]
A citadel. The citadel, Gladio. [ ignis speaks quietly, sounding exasperated as if explaining it to someone who should know better. he makes no move to get gladio off of his back; despite what's going on, gladio is still a comforting weight.] You know it, don't you?
❰ yeah, he knows it. or at least, some subconscious part of him apparently does. just the thought of the word has a lump in his gut. he doesn't know a single concrete fact about this citadel place, except that all of a sudden, all of this is so much bigger than gladio. bigger than either of them.
it scares the shit out of him.
but still he nods a silent affirmative, one ignis can no doubt feel. ❱ I think-... ❰ his voice is already hushed, but he swallows hard and drops it down to barely more than a whisper. ❱ All those signs. ❰ the 'official notices', or whatever they're called. the ones in every building. the ones that say not to talk about 'before'. this has to be what they're talking about, doesn't it? the fact that there are bylaws, actual protocols for this - it makes it all feel so much more real, and makes gladio feel so much more impotent for his inability to remember. ❱
[ ignis feels the nod and the moment he does is the exact time his shoulders begin to relax. just knowing that gladio has an awareness of the same thing takes a load off; there had been the odd moment here and there where ignis had wondered if he'd truly begun to lose it. there was no other explanation for it, but now there's a second person in the loop ignis can explain it as an occurrence and not an issue so to speak.]
They mean something. [ the silent warning of sorts is heard clear as day. if these memories, for lack of better word, weren't real then there would be no reason for signs to warn again 'before'. now thinking on it, a whole slew of new problems makes themselves known. if the memories were real, then what did that make this town? and worse still, what would happen if they disregarded them?] I don't think anything leaves this room.
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the silence lets ignis know that the word means something to gladio too and for the first time in a good while there's a sense of relief, a reassurance that he's not going completely insane with intrusive thoughts on occasion. certainly it meant that something strange was going on, but with gladio in on it too, ignis knows that it won't be as much of a nightmare as it could have been.]
A citadel. The citadel, Gladio. [ ignis speaks quietly, sounding exasperated as if explaining it to someone who should know better. he makes no move to get gladio off of his back; despite what's going on, gladio is still a comforting weight.] You know it, don't you?
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it scares the shit out of him.
but still he nods a silent affirmative, one ignis can no doubt feel. ❱ I think-... ❰ his voice is already hushed, but he swallows hard and drops it down to barely more than a whisper. ❱ All those signs. ❰ the 'official notices', or whatever they're called. the ones in every building. the ones that say not to talk about 'before'. this has to be what they're talking about, doesn't it? the fact that there are bylaws, actual protocols for this - it makes it all feel so much more real, and makes gladio feel so much more impotent for his inability to remember. ❱
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They mean something. [ the silent warning of sorts is heard clear as day. if these memories, for lack of better word, weren't real then there would be no reason for signs to warn again 'before'. now thinking on it, a whole slew of new problems makes themselves known. if the memories were real, then what did that make this town? and worse still, what would happen if they disregarded them?] I don't think anything leaves this room.