Ignatius struggles against the chains vainly, unable to exert enough strength to shatter them. It doesn't help that the sword is still in his chest, and any movement he makes just agitates the pain the feels from it. As much as the fire inside of him wants to burn the blade away, it hasn't been able to.

As quick as Ignatius is to try to smooth over his expression into something more impassive, there is a flash of fear, there. After everything else, he has absolutely no idea what could happen to him now.

But he doesn't argue.