The hand does a lot to calm him, there's nothing to destroy here. Nothing to hurt. No one here is responsible for the pain that these visions are bringing. Not even the Story Teller.

He takes a breath, turning to press his face into Ignis' side, focusing on his words, trembling with anger. Even if a good thing came out of it, and Shion knows how much Soma meant to Ignis, how much Ignis learned from him, the intention was still to hurt.

But he had to... Move forwards. Breathe. Breathe again. Hands came up to clutch at Ignis' shirt. "I know... Sorry... It's just..."

He knows he doesn't need to explain, even if Ignis hadn't seen him rage on Ai'Tuoh, the vision of him killing, cold and deadly, had been shown to everyone.