I don't want you here if I have to say goodbye to you again.
[ The detente is broken by honesty, by what Noctis carries inside him the moment he's had news of Ignis' return. He doesn't want him here only to have him leave -- Noctis powerless to do anything but watch him go and be left behind. He looks back at him, the friendly words only more cruelty -- he's not ready for this. He can't handle this when everything still hurts like they have before, and he understands now that it's impossible for him to walk away as easily as Ignis very clearly does. Ignis' competence is not the point. It has never been the point.
It sounds childish now, these words -- the truest thing he's ever spoken in weeks, uttered around the lump in his throat. It's anger, it's what festers when left untended. He wipes his mouth with the napkin and sets it aside before rising from his seat, his chest tight. Isn't the first time difficult enough? How is he supposed to do this again? ]
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[ The detente is broken by honesty, by what Noctis carries inside him the moment he's had news of Ignis' return. He doesn't want him here only to have him leave -- Noctis powerless to do anything but watch him go and be left behind. He looks back at him, the friendly words only more cruelty -- he's not ready for this. He can't handle this when everything still hurts like they have before, and he understands now that it's impossible for him to walk away as easily as Ignis very clearly does. Ignis' competence is not the point. It has never been the point.
It sounds childish now, these words -- the truest thing he's ever spoken in weeks, uttered around the lump in his throat. It's anger, it's what festers when left untended. He wipes his mouth with the napkin and sets it aside before rising from his seat, his chest tight. Isn't the first time difficult enough? How is he supposed to do this again? ]
Why did you come back, Ignis?