I apologised, Noct. [Ignis is quick enough to point out, flashing a quick frown in his friend's direction. Two days of all but jumping at shadows has left him far more short-tempered than he'd ever like to be, but he won't snap for no reason without following it up with an apology.]

And I've already told you the most of it. Hallucinations, like... [He pauses, waving his hand in a small, vague gesture.] Like nebulous shadows in my periphery. They come and go.

[But it's distracting, and unsettling, and a dozen other things that he doesn't yet want to open the box on discussing openly.]