His fingers clench as tears threaten at the edges of his eyes. For so long, he had fought in that place of light, refusing to accept what was to be his fate and undoubtedly, the fate of his friends. It had been the belief that they would have a better world in the end that brought him to that place of acceptance, and now... now, damn them, they wanted him to keep fighting.
Bless them.
Damn them.
He didn't know anymore. What he knew was that he wanted them to live, but it felt like, in Ignis' words, was the idea that his death would kill them, one way or the other.
He swallowed thickly and brought his second hand up to cup Ignis' cheek, holding him, keeping their heads together. What could he say to that that his hands couldn't? Had Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis made some kind of pact, or was this Ignis alone right now? There was so much they didn't know, for all of Ignis' vision, of what the Gods had told Noctis.
Damn the Gods. Hadn't they done enough for him? He wanted to do something for them. For Ignis. "...what would you have of me?" he whispered quietly. "I can give you tonight."
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Bless them.
Damn them.
He didn't know anymore. What he knew was that he wanted them to live, but it felt like, in Ignis' words, was the idea that his death would kill them, one way or the other.
He swallowed thickly and brought his second hand up to cup Ignis' cheek, holding him, keeping their heads together. What could he say to that that his hands couldn't? Had Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis made some kind of pact, or was this Ignis alone right now? There was so much they didn't know, for all of Ignis' vision, of what the Gods had told Noctis.
Damn the Gods. Hadn't they done enough for him? He wanted to do something for them. For Ignis. "...what would you have of me?" he whispered quietly. "I can give you tonight."