"What is it, then?" Light Ignatius growls, looking at his other half and then back to Rita. He sounds very doubtful, but he's apparently going to hear them out.

Meanwhile, Dark Ignatius is taking a few steps back, bundling up his hands in his robe to try to wipe off the residue of getting his hands cut. The sounds of combat is getting closer, and they can't have long left.

"We're running out of time," he says softly.