If there was one thing Ignis was glad about- it was that neither Gladio, and especially not Prompto, saw how it all transpired. Ignis had known his purpose, the title of a Royal advisor meaning very little when it came to what Noctis was actually trained for.
But he never... he never expected it to turn out this way. It was one thing to protect him for the Crystal so he can use it and purge the darkness. It was entirely something else to sacrifice his own life to save them all. They weren't even offered a chance to find a different solution to this. Everything was already set in stone.
Ignis' hands come tightly around Prompto's shoulders, chin resting on top of his head as his fingers dig into blonde's jacket. His own body was shaking- not from cold, but from the suppressed sobs. Breathing was a task too hard for him to handle right now.
He was trained to protect the One Chosen King until he ascends- he wasn't taught what to do with all this suffering afterward.
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But he never... he never expected it to turn out this way. It was one thing to protect him for the Crystal so he can use it and purge the darkness. It was entirely something else to sacrifice his own life to save them all. They weren't even offered a chance to find a different solution to this. Everything was already set in stone.
Ignis' hands come tightly around Prompto's shoulders, chin resting on top of his head as his fingers dig into blonde's jacket. His own body was shaking- not from cold, but from the suppressed sobs. Breathing was a task too hard for him to handle right now.
He was trained to protect the One Chosen King until he ascends- he wasn't taught what to do with all this suffering afterward.
"...I--...I'm sorry Prompto..."
I'm sorry I couldn't do anything...