[Ignis opens his mouth to ask how exactly shoving someone into a crystal for ten years--thanks, Ardyn--is giving them a choice, but the confirmation from Noctis hits him harder than any confirmation he made on his own could have. Something just...breaks in Ignis and he falls still, the only motion for a long time the slightest trembling in his body that he can't stop no matter how hard he tries.]
H-how can you be so sure of that?
[His voice is barely a whisper, hoarse as if he's been sobbing uncontrollably even though not a tear has left his eyes.]
How? [Tell him, because he wants to--needs to--believe the promise he hears in Noctis' words more than anything. Anything.]
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H-how can you be so sure of that?
[His voice is barely a whisper, hoarse as if he's been sobbing uncontrollably even though not a tear has left his eyes.]
How?
[Tell him, because he wants to--needs to--believe the promise he hears in Noctis' words more than anything. Anything.]