[Through Ignis' eyes, he'd seen Izunia ready to kill him. Maybe he was bluffing - Ardyn here is of the belief that his full daemon self is seeking an end of sorts, in his own grim, horrible way - but maybe he wasn't. Maybe he'd have been content to end the bloodline on his own terms, sever the Lucian ties to Bahamut and doom the world to a slow, lingering death. Maybe he wanted to rule an empty world of darkness and live forever alone in that hollow victory. Maybe he was testing the gods or didn't care. Maybe he wasn't thinking at all.
The point is, they couldn't risk it. Ignis wasn't thinking about prophecy or fate or what the gods wanted. Ignis was watching Ardyn threaten someone he loved and he made a choice. Noctis has to think of the prophecy, he has to acknowledge that his life, brief as it might be going forward, is worth the boon Ignis paid to save it, as a price to bring back the dawn. His role is a bartering token that can't be exchanged for any other. Ignis' eyes, compared to the rest of the world, is a small cost for his guaranteed safety. He can't deny that.
But he wishes, oh he wishes. He'd trade his eyes for Ignis, if the world and the gods and the ring hadn't already laid their claim. He'd trade so much for Ignis, for the guys, for Luna. For so many loved ones.
(Too many lights. They're falling, falling, and he can't keep them with him. He remembers. He has to let them go.)]
I don't know what I'd change, if I could go back. He's been with me through everything, even when I was too messed up to notice. I just- I keep thinking, 'I wish we had more'. More everything. I'm so...
[...selfish, he almost says, but he stops himself. It's not selfish, they'd had that conversation already. To want to be with the ones you love, to long for their company, their words, their smiles and the comfort of their touch. Love isn't meant to be selfish.]
I'm so tired, [he says instead. Tired of losing people.]
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[Through Ignis' eyes, he'd seen Izunia ready to kill him. Maybe he was bluffing - Ardyn here is of the belief that his full daemon self is seeking an end of sorts, in his own grim, horrible way - but maybe he wasn't. Maybe he'd have been content to end the bloodline on his own terms, sever the Lucian ties to Bahamut and doom the world to a slow, lingering death. Maybe he wanted to rule an empty world of darkness and live forever alone in that hollow victory. Maybe he was testing the gods or didn't care. Maybe he wasn't thinking at all.
The point is, they couldn't risk it. Ignis wasn't thinking about prophecy or fate or what the gods wanted. Ignis was watching Ardyn threaten someone he loved and he made a choice. Noctis has to think of the prophecy, he has to acknowledge that his life, brief as it might be going forward, is worth the boon Ignis paid to save it, as a price to bring back the dawn. His role is a bartering token that can't be exchanged for any other. Ignis' eyes, compared to the rest of the world, is a small cost for his guaranteed safety. He can't deny that.
But he wishes, oh he wishes. He'd trade his eyes for Ignis, if the world and the gods and the ring hadn't already laid their claim. He'd trade so much for Ignis, for the guys, for Luna. For so many loved ones.
(Too many lights. They're falling, falling, and he can't keep them with him. He remembers. He has to let them go.)]
I don't know what I'd change, if I could go back. He's been with me through everything, even when I was too messed up to notice. I just- I keep thinking, 'I wish we had more'. More everything. I'm so...
[...selfish, he almost says, but he stops himself. It's not selfish, they'd had that conversation already. To want to be with the ones you love, to long for their company, their words, their smiles and the comfort of their touch. Love isn't meant to be selfish.]
I'm so tired, [he says instead. Tired of losing people.]