...I'm afraid I don't know. [His other hand came to join the first, holding Ignis' in a gentle, warm grip only barely calloused by swordsmanship and with only a scar or two marring his skin.]

I've only my brother and Gilgamesh--I know not what I would do were I to lose them. I imagine it would be terribly frightening, to befriend another knowing such a thing to be possible.