There was the slightest growl in the back of Ignis' throat with this whole predestination monster looming. Ignis had a whole language for it, but he refrained from conveying his disgust. That wasn't going to help alleviate Mono or the situation. Strategy, intel gathering and tactics were far more his style.

And his daggers would do the talking for him when he needed them to.

Sighing the advisor just started with coffee.

"Sounds like a family issue."