At least, Ignis still is, right now. Which is why what he says pierces his heart. It's true, all things considered, that Ardyn has succeeded in taking away what Noctis treasures the most. He had brought back the sun but lost Ignis in the process, and in his most honest moments he wonders if it's worth it. Ignis is here, right in front of him, and there is nothing that hurts more than the fact that he's now a stranger.
They're both strangers to each other now, and the thought of it is difficult to bear.
Your Ignis, he says, like this one doesn't want to be his anymore -- and Noctis can't blame him -- and there is no worse feeling in the world than missing someone when they're right there. Ignis' words, while kind, is cold comfort, a whisper of a shadow of Ignis, the man Noctis would do absolutely anything to have back. He doesn't belabour the point: Noctis' sins are his own to bear. ]
Yeah. [ He says softly. ] I got that. [ And how he wishes things hadn't turned out that way. How he wishes things could fall together neatly; but that wouldn't be life, would it? Nothing worth having comes easy, and Ignis is worth all the heartache in the world. ]
But I want to help. Let me make things right. There are doctors, treatments. You can take your pick of the top physicians in Lucis. And if you still... if you want to find your own way after that, I won't stop you.
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At least, Ignis still is, right now. Which is why what he says pierces his heart. It's true, all things considered, that Ardyn has succeeded in taking away what Noctis treasures the most. He had brought back the sun but lost Ignis in the process, and in his most honest moments he wonders if it's worth it. Ignis is here, right in front of him, and there is nothing that hurts more than the fact that he's now a stranger.
They're both strangers to each other now, and the thought of it is difficult to bear.
Your Ignis, he says, like this one doesn't want to be his anymore -- and Noctis can't blame him -- and there is no worse feeling in the world than missing someone when they're right there. Ignis' words, while kind, is cold comfort, a whisper of a shadow of Ignis, the man Noctis would do absolutely anything to have back. He doesn't belabour the point: Noctis' sins are his own to bear. ]
Yeah. [ He says softly. ] I got that. [ And how he wishes things hadn't turned out that way. How he wishes things could fall together neatly; but that wouldn't be life, would it? Nothing worth having comes easy, and Ignis is worth all the heartache in the world. ]
But I want to help. Let me make things right. There are doctors, treatments. You can take your pick of the top physicians in Lucis. And if you still... if you want to find your own way after that, I won't stop you.