Ignis' confidence was starting to wane, faltering just like whatever faint heartbeat still remained inside of Liliana's body. He had hoped that the water used to gently clean the blood from her skin would have helped to warm her, but she still remained cold, colder than he'd ever felt her before. He was running out of options, running out of ideas, short of just keeping her aware and keeping her hanging on. And she was stubborn, he knew she'd hold on with everything she had, but he was beginning to doubt whether that was still enough, and whether he should simply defy her reservations about the clinic and take her anyway. In her current state, between himself and Gladio? The odds weren't in her favor. She'd never forgive him for it, but, well....it wouldn't even be the most drastic thing he'd ever sacrificed for the life of someone he...