Noctis stares at him for a long moment, stunned. The confession is not something he's expected; they haven't really talked about it, what happened prior to Noctis' approval. He knows that he had put on the ring and had burned for it -- and it's only the depth of his devotion that had moved the Lucian kings to allowing him their power. He had paid the price for it, a price Noctis would be forever grateful for, a price that still makes him ache, if only because the one he loves so deeply and so completely had endured something no one should have to.
And he'd endured it not for the world, but for him. The knowledge of that is a shock, and he stops at the doorway, frozen in place at the extent of his devotion, the deeper, darker underlying sentiment behind Ignis' words. He would let the world burn to keep him safe, and he understands it now; just why Ignis clings so tightly to duty, to obligation. If he doesn't, he would raze everything around them to the ground to keep him safe by his side, and he's not entirely sure what to feel about that.
He's not entirely sure what to feel about Ignis' state of mind, that he would sacrifice anything for him, even his own life. He didn't know how it would have turned out, and the Ring of the Lucii is infamous for its deadly consequences. And then he went ahead to do it anyway, and Noctis shakes his head. ]
Iggy, you idiot. [ Noctis' voice is rough, but he knows he's a hypocrite, because he knows he would probably do the same if he could save Ignis. What use is a world without Ignis, what --
-- no. He can't think this way, he can't allow himself this. He is the king of Lucis, and he has no luxury of a lover's sacrifice. Ignis' words ring more true than ever -- that it's dangerous, that it has its own place, and Noctis takes a few moments to recalibrate himself as he shakes his head. He had been prepared to die, to give his life for this world, and suddenly he shudders to think of what would happen if he did. What would become of Ignis? ] You were going to let everything burn just for me?
no subject
Noctis stares at him for a long moment, stunned. The confession is not something he's expected; they haven't really talked about it, what happened prior to Noctis' approval. He knows that he had put on the ring and had burned for it -- and it's only the depth of his devotion that had moved the Lucian kings to allowing him their power. He had paid the price for it, a price Noctis would be forever grateful for, a price that still makes him ache, if only because the one he loves so deeply and so completely had endured something no one should have to.
And he'd endured it not for the world, but for him. The knowledge of that is a shock, and he stops at the doorway, frozen in place at the extent of his devotion, the deeper, darker underlying sentiment behind Ignis' words. He would let the world burn to keep him safe, and he understands it now; just why Ignis clings so tightly to duty, to obligation. If he doesn't, he would raze everything around them to the ground to keep him safe by his side, and he's not entirely sure what to feel about that.
He's not entirely sure what to feel about Ignis' state of mind, that he would sacrifice anything for him, even his own life. He didn't know how it would have turned out, and the Ring of the Lucii is infamous for its deadly consequences. And then he went ahead to do it anyway, and Noctis shakes his head. ]
Iggy, you idiot. [ Noctis' voice is rough, but he knows he's a hypocrite, because he knows he would probably do the same if he could save Ignis. What use is a world without Ignis, what --
-- no. He can't think this way, he can't allow himself this. He is the king of Lucis, and he has no luxury of a lover's sacrifice. Ignis' words ring more true than ever -- that it's dangerous, that it has its own place, and Noctis takes a few moments to recalibrate himself as he shakes his head. He had been prepared to die, to give his life for this world, and suddenly he shudders to think of what would happen if he did. What would become of Ignis? ] You were going to let everything burn just for me?