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[There were certain things that Noctis would never get accustom to, no matter how many times they occurred. Being shoved out of the line of fire and firmly pushed behind someone was near the top of that list. Like he hadn't somehow received literal years of training and didn't have an entire arsenal of weapons and magic available at his fingertips. Normally it was Gladio doing the shielding - and Ignis had always been beside him. Always having his back. ]

I do. [Finding his footing on the soft dirt, he tried to shift, to move around Ignis to place his body between him and the sight of the illusion. To draw his focus away from it and onto him.] Trust me, Specs. There's nothing there.