Ignatius sits up in the back room where he has been resting, his eyes widening. He hears that voice, and he knows it doesn't fit - through his connection to Rita, he can immediately sense that something is wrong. It sends an unnatural chill through him.

To anyone with him, he's obviously terrified - a reflexive reaction that no amount of honor or pride can hold back. Still, he starts trying to get up, like he's going to do something, even if he doesn't know what.

"No..." he murmurs plaintively.