Open. [ Ignis calls back, and listens quietly to Prompto come into the room, hoping that he'd shut the door.
He feels another weight on the bed and gives a small smile. ]
Thank you for coming.
[ He reaches to take Prompto's hand, offering it. If he's going to get through this, he'll need a bit of strength to.
Ignis isn't the one to beat around the bush so he gets to the point either way. ]
I suppose you don't know how I got my scar, do you? [ He was quick to dismiss it as a battle scar to most people, but Gladio and Prompto found both him and Noctis on the altar that day. Despite that, he hadn't opened up to either of them.
And since there was a past version of himself here, he suspects he didn't tell anyone either. Prompto himself had been on another world and he has no idea if there was a version of himself there either. But that can be saved for another time. ]
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He feels another weight on the bed and gives a small smile. ]
Thank you for coming.
[ He reaches to take Prompto's hand, offering it. If he's going to get through this, he'll need a bit of strength to.
Ignis isn't the one to beat around the bush so he gets to the point either way. ]
I suppose you don't know how I got my scar, do you? [ He was quick to dismiss it as a battle scar to most people, but Gladio and Prompto found both him and Noctis on the altar that day. Despite that, he hadn't opened up to either of them.
And since there was a past version of himself here, he suspects he didn't tell anyone either. Prompto himself had been on another world and he has no idea if there was a version of himself there either. But that can be saved for another time. ]