[ Truth be told, he doesn't like this tiny apartment and its uncomfortable bed. It isn't as if he lived in the cradle of comfort in his time with Ardyn, but every so often he gets flickers, memories of a time in the Citadel, of waking in a ridiculously plush bed in an enormous room. He remembers bits of his schedule - waking, preparing breakfast, going to wake Noctis.
There are a thousand little moments that never made full sense until he put them together and realized that everything he had before revolved around Noctis, around protecting him. That was a defining trait in his life, in his actions.
It would have been easier were Noctis cruel, or unkind. He could have said no, then, could have told him to leave, could have been strong enough to resist. But he's not cruel or unkind. He's talking soft and gentle, making sure that Ignis knows that it isn't his fault, more faith than he deserves. Noctis comes closer and Ignis barely holds back the shiver; he can smell him and it's familiar. Everything in Ignis is screaming to reach out to him, to go. ]
Ten years is a long time to fight against people you cared for, Noctis.
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There are a thousand little moments that never made full sense until he put them together and realized that everything he had before revolved around Noctis, around protecting him. That was a defining trait in his life, in his actions.
It would have been easier were Noctis cruel, or unkind. He could have said no, then, could have told him to leave, could have been strong enough to resist. But he's not cruel or unkind. He's talking soft and gentle, making sure that Ignis knows that it isn't his fault, more faith than he deserves. Noctis comes closer and Ignis barely holds back the shiver; he can smell him and it's familiar. Everything in Ignis is screaming to reach out to him, to go. ]
Ten years is a long time to fight against people you cared for, Noctis.