[ How can he fight against him, how can he bring himself to do it? But even in Ardyn's masterful plan to wreak havoc and drive a schism between them, he hasn't accounted for one thing: love. Love that is stronger than self-interest, than survival. Noctis doesn't fight him, doesn't believe that his love is lost to him. He's in there, he's in there and he's fighting, and Noctis doesn't hesitate.
He closes the distance between them recklessly when he hears his name, so soft and so wounded that his heart breaks all over again. He throws his arms around him and pulls him into an embrace, tight. ]
It's me. Really me. [ He says quietly, heatedly. Come home. He doesn't care if Ignis stabs him from this angle -- he doesn't care; he's getting through to him, and he squeezes tight, voice cracking despite himself. ] I know you can't see me right now, but you will. Ignis, you will. Remember that night in Duscae, when you and I went to see the stars? Do you remember when I took your hand? I messed up telling you I loved you.
[ But you knew. You looked at me like you knew it anyway. ]
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He closes the distance between them recklessly when he hears his name, so soft and so wounded that his heart breaks all over again. He throws his arms around him and pulls him into an embrace, tight. ]
It's me. Really me. [ He says quietly, heatedly. Come home. He doesn't care if Ignis stabs him from this angle -- he doesn't care; he's getting through to him, and he squeezes tight, voice cracking despite himself. ] I know you can't see me right now, but you will. Ignis, you will. Remember that night in Duscae, when you and I went to see the stars? Do you remember when I took your hand? I messed up telling you I loved you.
[ But you knew. You looked at me like you knew it anyway. ]