[ Ignis' mind reels. Two months. And Noct has been with this organization even longer. Of course he knows Noctis has been here, but he has to fight back the odd feeling that he's failed to keep up with them, especially in dangerous times. He's not sure which is more deadly: an arachnid court, an interdimensional gaming convention, or their life back home. ]

Better a convention than the mission at hand. [ The Prince will be safer, surely. But Ignis' brow furrows, a hand rising to cup his chin thoughtfully. ] You've been here two months, and Noct longer. [ A thoughtful hum. ] I suppose it's better to ask what you remember, then? As you and Noct were both with me last I recalled.

[ Time travel, after all. It sits uneasily in the pit of his stomach as he chews through the details, trying to set all of this in order somehow. Difficult, when nothing is linear. He doesn't like it. ]