Ardyn's done a number of him, that much is clear. Gone is the tenderness with which Ignis has always approached him -- and Noctis in all of his years had never dreamed of the day when Ignis would turn on him, that those daggers would be used against him. His mind is not his own, corrupted beyond measure, and Noctis is torn between striking at Ardyn himself instead of him; but it won't work. If Ardyn had turned Ignis' loyalty to him, then he would die before Noctis would get to the man himself, laying his life on the line, and it's Ignis' life that Noctis will not take.
It hurts to see him this way, when his daggers light up with fire and rage and Noctis summons his own sword at the last moment, parrying his daggers; he's fought alongside him long enough to know how to fight him, but he doesn't retaliate. No, he has to get to him, he has to drag him out from Ardyn's thrall no matter what it takes. ]
Iggy, he's lying to you! You were never his, he took you against your will! [ He catches those daggers on a downward swing, hooks them so that Ignis can't pull away from him easily. Urgently, he presses onwards, desperate, aching to have him hear reason. ] Listen to me, please. We grew up together, remember? We used to sneak out of the Citadel, and you took the fall for me every time. What do you remember of Ardyn?
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Ardyn's done a number of him, that much is clear. Gone is the tenderness with which Ignis has always approached him -- and Noctis in all of his years had never dreamed of the day when Ignis would turn on him, that those daggers would be used against him. His mind is not his own, corrupted beyond measure, and Noctis is torn between striking at Ardyn himself instead of him; but it won't work. If Ardyn had turned Ignis' loyalty to him, then he would die before Noctis would get to the man himself, laying his life on the line, and it's Ignis' life that Noctis will not take.
It hurts to see him this way, when his daggers light up with fire and rage and Noctis summons his own sword at the last moment, parrying his daggers; he's fought alongside him long enough to know how to fight him, but he doesn't retaliate. No, he has to get to him, he has to drag him out from Ardyn's thrall no matter what it takes. ]
Iggy, he's lying to you! You were never his, he took you against your will! [ He catches those daggers on a downward swing, hooks them so that Ignis can't pull away from him easily. Urgently, he presses onwards, desperate, aching to have him hear reason. ] Listen to me, please. We grew up together, remember? We used to sneak out of the Citadel, and you took the fall for me every time. What do you remember of Ardyn?