"I don't know. Which is the point." Ignis shook his head slightly and shoved his shades further up on his nose, unnecessarily. "I don't have any idea, I don't have a plan, I don't have an attack or escape strategy. I am, historically, rather poor at improvising. I do want him, and I don't entirely want you to be wrong, but I also think my life will continue tidier if you are."