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[ It doesn't matter to him either way; the accolades are tiring, and in Noctis' mind all he did was to honor the sacrifices of all who had fallen for his sake. He loves too much too deeply to abandon the world to darkness, and most especially the ones who had walked beside him, Gladio and Prompto and Ignis, who put their faith in him. He cannot fail them; that's all there is to it.

To see his people happy, to serve them as they pledge their loyalty to him -- that's everything that he needs to do. They've suffered enough in ten years of darkness, of daemons that have overrun everything, where fear had been the order of the day. There is now hope and a future, aid from the coffers that Regis had so shrewdly hidden away from the Empire flowing into the everyday citizenry.

Noctis walks among them, unknown and all the happier for it -- gives him a better, more unpolished look into their lives, ensures that he knows exactly what to fix up when he returns to the Citadel. He does the best he can, he does as Ignis had taught, so long ago. It feels good, spending lunch with him here, the bliss and contentment of the blessedly mundane, and Noctis can't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be. They'd fought for a chance for this, a shot at normalcy, and Noctis will never take this for granted again.

So he smiles at the man opposite him like he's the only one that matters (which is true, he is), loving him with every ounce of his being. He orders cheesecake and it's quickly delivered to their table, two forks thoughtfully provided. He carves out some for himself, takes a bite of the deliciously decadent dessert, and decides that Ignis' tastes just slightly better. ]

Mm. Try it. [ Years ago, Noctis would have fed him from his fork. Today, he restrains himself from it. ]

[ That's the beauty of it, really. Their king and savior walks among them like it doesn't even matter. Ardyn hadn't cared about the world. He'd been spiteful, wanting to spurn the crystal and the Astrals out of misplaced anger that had nowhere else to go. He'd manipulated people like dolls just to see what they would do in some circumstances, and to further his goals in others. He didn't have allies, he had pawns, or underlings, or people who he had evidently wiped the minds of, just to see what would happen.

What would happen if he were sitting across from Ardyn as king right now? If Ardyn had brought back the light, taken him to some hole in the wall restaurant and offered him cheesecake? The thought is almost too bizarre to entertain so Ignis takes his fork and delicately slices a portion off of it, eating it just as carefully. It is good. They live in a world where it's possible to buy milk and sugar and cream, now, where you can eat cheesecake on a whim. It's sometimes overwhelming to realize.

Ardyn would have been a poor choice. Ignis knows that. But he isn't prepared for the realization that there is no better choice than Noctis. A man that's been through the worst of everything and come back out alive and well and cares enough to make it better. ]

I should earn my keep here. More than I am already.

[ Once it's out of his mouth, there's no taking it back. Ignis takes another slice of cheesecake and lets it linger on his tongue before continuing. ]

I may not have all of his memories but I can be useful.

[ That there is increased availability of essential commodities had been one of the top priorities -- they had opened up transportation pathways and roads, because rebuilding cannot happen if your people are parched and starving. Food and water had been first, followed by power. Everything else had come after.

Now, they are steadily building on these inroads and pathways, with the Citadel rendering aid everywhere they can. They have come a long way, even if they have further to go. This afternoon, however, Noctis finds spending time with him a most precious gift -- there is something about watching Ignis eat cheesecake that is impossibly alluring, his enjoyment of food something so surprisingly addicting that he can't tear his eyes away.

Does he remember, he wonders? Is he aware of all the memories within these walls, the evenings they'd shared here as lovers and equals? He can't bring himself to ask, and it's just as well, because Ignis' next words surprise him. ]

Of course. [ It's quick, but Ignis has always been this way, driven and hyper-competent, efficient and bright and hardworking to a fault. ] What do you have in mind?

[ The cheesecake is good. Delightfully so, soft and sweet and the crust on the bottom is the perfect texture. Ignis measures all of it as if he has the grounds to criticize food he can't ever recall eating in his past and then steals another bite while he considers. What could he do? What good is he like this, in all actuality?

He can fight, of course; Ardyn made certain of that during the period of long dark where Ignis had been made to fight the very people he had taken an oath to protect. He'd been trained a thousand different ways in fighting by Gladiolus, by other members of the Crownsguard back before everything went to complete and utter shit. He had value in that, at the very least but what good was he when fighting wasn't something directly necessary these days?

While he recalls bits and pieces of his former job as adviser he knows that he won't recall enough to be directly helpful in a way that Noctis needs. Now that he can see, however, he knows he can figure something out. He is nothing if not determined. ]

Perhaps not all of the same tasks as before, unfortunately. I can attend Crownsguard training with Prompto; it may be a rehash of items I'm already aware of but a refresh wouldn't hurt. And I -- well. My mind wasn't damaged, just my memories, as far as I can tell. I can still organize things and provide structure.

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