No, it's not. None of it's fair. It feels like a sickening dread in his stomach, a coldness spreading to his limbs. He wants to throw up, but knows it won't do any good.
Gladio's broad hand settles onto Ignis' shoulder, squeezing. What can he say? With his head tilted back, there's tears on his cheeks he won't admit to as he watches the brilliance of the dawn after so long in the dark. Someone needs to watch what Noctis fought for.
While Prompto just lets the gun drop to the side, so very used to it dissolving in a splash of blue sparks before it hits the ground, then jumps like a startled cat at the so very loud sound of metal hitting pavement. He stares down at his gun like it betrayed him somehow, not even comprehending the full truth.
But Gladio does. Slowly, he squeezes Ignis' shoulder again, then quietly turns and starts the longest walk of his life, up the stairs of the Citadels towards the doors they defended.
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Gladio's broad hand settles onto Ignis' shoulder, squeezing. What can he say? With his head tilted back, there's tears on his cheeks he won't admit to as he watches the brilliance of the dawn after so long in the dark. Someone needs to watch what Noctis fought for.
While Prompto just lets the gun drop to the side, so very used to it dissolving in a splash of blue sparks before it hits the ground, then jumps like a startled cat at the so very loud sound of metal hitting pavement. He stares down at his gun like it betrayed him somehow, not even comprehending the full truth.
But Gladio does. Slowly, he squeezes Ignis' shoulder again, then quietly turns and starts the longest walk of his life, up the stairs of the Citadels towards the doors they defended.