[ How difficult it is to pull himself out of all the things that could happen -- how difficult it is to look him in the eye like this. Noctis doesn't pull away from him. It's true, it's all true and he hates that he cannot refute a thing; that even now Ignis is thinking of him, putting himself first despite all the pain Noctis is sure is causing him. If Ignis had been less noble, less honorable, would they still have a conversation like this?
But Noctis shakes his head anyway, willful to a fault. Say yes to him again, deny him nothing; he's done it all his life, he cannot stop now. ]
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But Noctis shakes his head anyway, willful to a fault. Say yes to him again, deny him nothing; he's done it all his life, he cannot stop now. ]
What do you want? Tell me.