And, of course, Ignis couldn't see it. He couldn't see anything, but the things he could feel right now, from Liliana's body in his arms and Stark's proximity and the slight, subtle warmth coming off of him, a sharp contrast to Liliana's deathly chill. "What's happening?" he asked desperately, not even knowing where to throw his focus to find Gladio.

But Gladio could see, but that didn't mean he understood and he shook his head. "I don't know," he admitted, "but it doesn't look great."

"Gladio!" That was not what Ignis wanted to hear. "Do something!"

But he didn't know if he should; he didn't know if he could. He didn't understand what he was witnessing, but he did decide, right then and there, that he was going to watch very closely, for some sort of brink, some moment where he could be sure that not intervening would be worse than if he did...