[ How can you say that and look at me that way, and -- it will haunt him, the way his smile wavers just a little. How does Ignis even say that to him with that kind of smile and tell him he's glad to pay it? It's anger that rises in him, swift and sharp like the summer storm, like grief given purpose. His hand comes to rest on one of his, fingers curling over it as if to make sure that he's listening, and listening well. ]
You can change that. Now that you know, you change it. [ His is not the destiny that's set in stone; there is a chance that if Ignis knows here, now, he can do something different if he returns -- he can make sure it doesn't happen. It is guilt that makes his voice rough, Ignis' injuries another heartache to add to the growing pile. ] Do that for me instead.
[ Sea foam, he decides, when he meets his eyes. His are the colour of the sea on a sunny day. (In this moment, Noctis bears the weight of what has been taken away.) ]
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[ How can you say that and look at me that way, and -- it will haunt him, the way his smile wavers just a little. How does Ignis even say that to him with that kind of smile and tell him he's glad to pay it? It's anger that rises in him, swift and sharp like the summer storm, like grief given purpose. His hand comes to rest on one of his, fingers curling over it as if to make sure that he's listening, and listening well. ]
You can change that. Now that you know, you change it. [ His is not the destiny that's set in stone; there is a chance that if Ignis knows here, now, he can do something different if he returns -- he can make sure it doesn't happen. It is guilt that makes his voice rough, Ignis' injuries another heartache to add to the growing pile. ] Do that for me instead.
[ Sea foam, he decides, when he meets his eyes. His are the colour of the sea on a sunny day. (In this moment, Noctis bears the weight of what has been taken away.) ]