[Ignis knew that will be the answer in the end. But still- it has his throat feel as if there's suddenly a boulder clogging it. He can feel his hands shaking slightly. Nothing will change- Noctis will walk to his throne, head high and bring back the dawn after taking Ardyn down. And he will die. It is written. And decided. By the astrals, fate, destiny- whichever fuck in the past fucked this all up for the future.
With a nod, Ignis holds back a shaky sigh.]
...of course. And thank you...
[If he could just get rid of that tremor in his voice, it would be nice.]
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With a nod, Ignis holds back a shaky sigh.]
...of course. And thank you...
[If he could just get rid of that tremor in his voice, it would be nice.]