"No." Noctis' head came up and he looked firmly at Ignis, meeting his gaze from across the fire. "Ten years changes a man. ...Neither of us are the same man as we were." But the corner of his mouth lifted, slightly. "But maybe not entirely." He felt exactly the same and yet he knew he had changed drastically, inside and out.

Noctis got up and moved his chair closer to Ignis, taking the chance to get to study him. Time had done well for Ignis; he was more handsome then ever. The scars, what remained after everything had been said and done and power spent, did not detract from those good looks. It felt... almost unfair to think such a thing. It wasn't worthy of him, given everything that Ignis had given for him, given up for him, to think that there was something even more he could ask of his brother, his friend, his advisor, his... everything.