@warpstruck || RP AD
The dark won't leave.
Ignis knows this, feels it in the way that his eyes burn, even if closed, even if covered. He understands that this is something permanent, and wonders what to tell the others about it- if they do meet again.
There certainly is the possibility that they won't, but the man will not entertain it, so instead he thinks of answers and excuses. Words to calm his friends once they do meet again, his mind wonders if they're okay, if they wonder about him.
All is too overwhelming, so instead he focuses on new tasks, tasks like trying to make a mental map of this new place he's found himself in- and growing accustomed to the white cane, and so he walks, taking in fresh air and counting steps.
It's then when, perhaps by shaking it too hard- it seems as he's hit something or actually, someone, in the ankle
"Oh, please excuse me. I'm still clumsy with this"
"Are you alright?"












