[ He knows. The weight of Noctis' words crash down on him like a load of bricks. It's a relief to hear that he knows. ]

How...?

[ How does he know that Ignis knows? His past self?

He can feel Noctis' fingers tremble and he squeezes them tightly. ]

Noct, I... don't want you to die. [ He says quietly. It's selfish and he knows it, but he can't bring himself to care. The world can burn in his opinion if it means saving Noctis in the process. ]

It isn't what I wanted to tell you, but... [ he trails off, completely caught off guard by this revelation. ]

I didn't have time to think about what I saw then, not until later. I refuse to accept a world without you, Noct. I... I can't.