[He almost brushed it off like it was nothing, the usual vague assurance that he was fine and it was nothing half-formed in his throat before he caught himself. Michael had already trusted him with his half of things, it was only right Ignis do the same. besides...he had a feeling it was going to be relevant sooner rather than later.]

Isolation. Being on my own in the face of an approaching darkness--I can't say it's a nightmare I'm unfamiliar with, though this was far more intense. And...there was something else, too.

[And it was that part which really unsettled him.]

...I think whatever we were following knows that we're here now. And that doesn't feel like a reassuring thought.