( It's the ramblings of a man drowning his sorrows, a sight Gladiolus has seen before, but never on Ignis, and it looks unnatural. It doesn't fit with the image of him that's been built up in his mind over the years they've known each other, been side by side as Noctis' retainer and his shield. All the same-

All the same, he supposes if anyone's earned the right to numb the pain and fall into the abyss for one night, it's Ignis. But he can't stay there, and Gladiolus has only ever clawed his way back out of the abyss the same way he's done anything else: by fighting. By getting angry and letting the fire propel him out of the darkness. )

The only way you've lost is if you sit on your ass feeling sorry for yourself. ( It's a battle cry, meant to rouse and awaken the things in Ignis that have fallen under too many glasses of wine. ) What's that thing you used to quote? "A king pushes forward, always"? Doesn't just go for kings. Goes for us as well.