The advisor only shook his head at the tears and his voice lowered, his own smile faded and disappeared. "I don't know what you've been through, but it's certainly taken its toll." Guilt swept through Ignis that even though he was around (he couldn't figure out how that was possible because he was very much here on the train at the same time) it still wasn't enough to save the suffering young king before him.

How much more did the Six see fit to inflict on the man before him before they were satisfied? It made Ignis not wish to utter any more prayers to them, though admittedly he didn't do much of that now. As he'd told Tony, only Oracles and Kings had any use for the Gods because he personally didn't. The world back home could've burned but as long as Noct was safe, and that was all that mattered. Let the Six figure out how to save their precious world on their own without making Noctis their sacrificial lamb in order to do so.

His hand lifted to gently wipe at the tears after hearing the thank you and they seemed to just replenish. So Ignis finally got up and made a space so he could sit and hold onto the man he was determined to save no matter what. And that was a silent promise to the king that he would somehow find a way.