Ignis straightened slightly, his expression shifting.

"Pulsian?" he repeated. "Fascinating."

Serendipitous, perhaps. Ignis didn't want to say more without discussing it with Gladio first. Saying more would involve revealing a little more information, perhaps more than would be wise at this juncture. The plan was a half-formed plan, a possibility, rather than a certainty, entirely dependent on Ignis's ability to find willing and able candidates to join. The Lucian government was understandably reluctant to fund a trip to Pulse that comprised of their own people. Pulse was, reportedly, hell, and it would take the best and the strongest to survive a sojourn there. Should whoever they sent not prove to be as strong as required, Lucis was ill equipped to weather the loss from its own forces.

"Where did you get it?" Ignis asked.