[ He says finally, after drawing out the silence. He knows. Ignis would always overthink, considering everything from all angles and then some, and Lucis and Noctis has been the better for it. But knowing what he can have and not being able to reach for it is frustrating.
He softens, looking at his mauled potsticker. No, the real problem lies much deeper, and it haunts them, a shadow underlying all their conversations, all that they are to each other. ] We've already lost so much time.
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[ He says finally, after drawing out the silence. He knows. Ignis would always overthink, considering everything from all angles and then some, and Lucis and Noctis has been the better for it. But knowing what he can have and not being able to reach for it is frustrating.
He softens, looking at his mauled potsticker. No, the real problem lies much deeper, and it haunts them, a shadow underlying all their conversations, all that they are to each other. ] We've already lost so much time.
[ Eleven years and counting. ]