[It would be. And yet... Suddenly he can't focus on the idea of fishing at all. He passes Ignis the cup, now toying with the little string attached to the teabag in his own. Trying to think of something to say.
Yet the silence between them continues, and his thoughts immediately go to home. A home without light. With no Oracle or King to hold back the encroaching darkness, and little hope unless they return somehow.
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He hates this so much, and yet... he can't stop thinking about it. Where he was before waking up here.] Ignis. Can you... sense light?
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Yet the silence between them continues, and his thoughts immediately go to home. A home without light. With no Oracle or King to hold back the encroaching darkness, and little hope unless they return somehow.
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He hates this so much, and yet... he can't stop thinking about it. Where he was before waking up here.] Ignis. Can you... sense light?