Breathing is a task Ignis can't remember how to do right now as his chest constricts in pain. He feels as if he will implode from inside out any second. He feels Gladio next to him, hears Prompto some steps away. It's not...
"...it's not fair," Ignis whispers more to himself than anyone else, forehead leaned against this knees.
It's not fair that the King of Kings doesn't get to witness the light he bargained his life for. This wound, this hollow space in his soul will never mend.
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Everything is over.
The good. The bad.
Breathing is a task Ignis can't remember how to do right now as his chest constricts in pain. He feels as if he will implode from inside out any second. He feels Gladio next to him, hears Prompto some steps away. It's not...
"...it's not fair," Ignis whispers more to himself than anyone else, forehead leaned against this knees.
It's not fair that the King of Kings doesn't get to witness the light he bargained his life for. This wound, this hollow space in his soul will never mend.