[He's quiet again for a little bit, breathing in, out, letting her touch soothe the stress right out of his soul. This place isn't real, but the air feels cleaner, kinder. The grass is soft, and her hands feel nice.
His heart hurts.]
He did... so much for me. You ever feel like you owe somebody more than you could ever repay, and you can't because they wouldn't want you to think of it like a debt? But you wish you could, because they gave up... too much.
[He thinks a lot about the vision he'd received, the memory of Ignis putting on the ring, ready to give up his eyes, his life, everything for Noctis who that very morning had been whining about something stupid and inconsequential for no reason at all. He'd done it without hesitating. Who does that?]
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His heart hurts.]
He did... so much for me. You ever feel like you owe somebody more than you could ever repay, and you can't because they wouldn't want you to think of it like a debt? But you wish you could, because they gave up... too much.
[He thinks a lot about the vision he'd received, the memory of Ignis putting on the ring, ready to give up his eyes, his life, everything for Noctis who that very morning had been whining about something stupid and inconsequential for no reason at all. He'd done it without hesitating. Who does that?]