Ignis wished he could see it, too, but at least he could hear the smile in Alcuin's voice. It wasn't nothing. "One of my gods," he said, inconsequentially, "created a magical disease that turned humans into daemons and eventually blacked out the sun. Another tried to murder my... friend, Noctis." His friend, his king, his responsibility. "A third smashed a city with a tidal wave because she was annoyed at being awoken. And a fourth... stole Noctis for ten years while daemons took over the earth, until he accepted being sacrificed to end it. I have very little respect for my gods."