[That's just it. He's not fine with this. Never will be, even though like everything else... he's accepted it and will keep moving forward. Because it's all he can do. There's no turning back. Again, and he hates it so.]
... I know.
[His other hand reaches to place itself over one of Ignis' fists. He hates this, seeing his oldest friend like this over him. Yet he can't stop it. He can only offer what meager light he wasn't stripped of by this place.
If only they could go back in order to prevent this from even being necessary. Maybe then he wouldn't be shaking so in anger and his own sorrow.]
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... I know.
[His other hand reaches to place itself over one of Ignis' fists. He hates this, seeing his oldest friend like this over him. Yet he can't stop it. He can only offer what meager light he wasn't stripped of by this place.
If only they could go back in order to prevent this from even being necessary. Maybe then he wouldn't be shaking so in anger and his own sorrow.]