He's not sure and, honestly, he cares little about that. The ones that should care about sinking ferry and hurt people should be the guys that sunk the ship in the first place. He's more worried about the sight in front of him. Prompto keeps talking and asking questions and for the first time Ignis' mind can't catch up with what he's saying. It's not that Prompto's just throwing words at him, it's just that Ignis' brain can't process it right now.

"...yes, I'm sure. I- uh, what do you need?"

There's so much Ignis wants to ask him- where did he go, how did he come back, what he remembers. But the words seem to burn his throat and he can't get them out.

He walks up to Prompto and pushes his bangs up, eyeing a bruise on his forehead, "We... we should ice that soon..."