[ Noctis absorbs this in silence, listening with no intent to interrupt. He's right, of course, on all counts. The council will eventually push him to answer, and with all the uncertainties and upheavals in Eos, even the king himself cannot come up with a definitive response. What if his people really needed a marriage of convenience? Such arrangements are not without merit; he's learned of this ever since he had been a child. But love, love is a different thing entirely.
He looks at the sausage Ignis pushes over, his portion bigger, and the idea of outwardly sharing his life with another while keeping Ignis a secret is blatantly unfair -- he will ask of Ignis the impossible, their love forbidden, like it's a shameful secret. ]
You've already prepared this speech, huh? [ Noctis murmurs dryly, cutting into his sausage and spearing it, offering it to his lover. He needs it more than Noctis himself does, and he can always get second breakfast later. He doesn't miss the thread of sorrow underneath the polished words; how he confirms his love for him despite the uncertainty of Noctis' answer. ]
It will be unfair to you. [ He continues, soft and quiet. I don't know what to do, he wants to say. He must honor the sacrifices made by so many, many of his subjects -- what if choosing his happiness means letting them down? ]
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He looks at the sausage Ignis pushes over, his portion bigger, and the idea of outwardly sharing his life with another while keeping Ignis a secret is blatantly unfair -- he will ask of Ignis the impossible, their love forbidden, like it's a shameful secret. ]
You've already prepared this speech, huh? [ Noctis murmurs dryly, cutting into his sausage and spearing it, offering it to his lover. He needs it more than Noctis himself does, and he can always get second breakfast later. He doesn't miss the thread of sorrow underneath the polished words; how he confirms his love for him despite the uncertainty of Noctis' answer. ]
It will be unfair to you. [ He continues, soft and quiet. I don't know what to do, he wants to say. He must honor the sacrifices made by so many, many of his subjects -- what if choosing his happiness means letting them down? ]