[This is worrisome. Is it the vision he received, is it that he knows Noctis is going to die? He opens his mouth to answer - that it's okay, that he knows - but having to explain how, to get into the revelation of Bahamut and the last significant conversation he can recall with the Ignis who had been here before... he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to assume, either. Maybe it's something else, something buried much deeper.
He tightly purses his lips and shakes off the urge to cut in to spare Ignis having to say it, instead reaching out again to make sure the man can feel his hand. Ignis can't see his face, but he can at least offer the reassurance of his physical presence. He should have done so much more for Ignis back then, if he hadn't been so weak. Least he can do is be here and support him now. It'll be a long, long wait before he can do this at home again.]
It's a promise. [He's already carrying so many secrets. What's one more, after everything, for his oldest and dearest friend.] Tell me?
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He tightly purses his lips and shakes off the urge to cut in to spare Ignis having to say it, instead reaching out again to make sure the man can feel his hand. Ignis can't see his face, but he can at least offer the reassurance of his physical presence. He should have done so much more for Ignis back then, if he hadn't been so weak. Least he can do is be here and support him now. It'll be a long, long wait before he can do this at home again.]
It's a promise. [He's already carrying so many secrets. What's one more, after everything, for his oldest and dearest friend.] Tell me?