[ The problem isn't that he doesn't want Noctis. The problem is that he wants too much. Ignis wants things that he knows he'll never be able to have, and while normally it's not a concern for him, this time it is. This time, the person he wants is next to him at almost all hours during the day, and when he's weak, at night. He could get used to it - he has gotten used to it and he needs to do better.

Please don't tell me no, don't ask me to stay, he pleads silently, willing Noctis to let this go. When he does -- when he agrees, Ignis isn't sure what to do with the sense of overwhelming disappointment. He hadn't wanted Noctis to fight him on it, but he also hadn't considered how final it would feel knowing that he was going to do this. He's not prone to split-second decisions. The paperwork had only been a consideration, but in the span of twenty minutes, his choice had been made. It was made the moment that Aranea gave him the option.

Noctis asks him for more directly after and Ignis closes his eyes again, strokes his hand over the line of his back, wishes things were different and then whispers, ] No. I don't think I can.

[ There's never just one more time with him. One more turns into another and another and another and while Ignis was always destined to follow Noctis to the ends of the world, he can't do this. ]

Octavia is a good woman. She'll likely be the mother of your children. Your country needs this to work.