[ When Prompto lets go of his hand, he's momentarily afraid that Prom's walking out then he feels him moving closer, then a pair of arms going around him.

Ignis puts his own arms around Prompto and buries his face on top of Prompto's head. He says nothing for a long moment, squeezing Prom in his arms.

After he gives himself time to consider the question, he lifts his head up a bit so he can talk properly. ]

... The Kings of Lucis accepted me. Noct is only able to wear the ring cause he's royal blood, I'm not a man of royal blood.

[ He exhales a shaky breath, quiet for a few more seconds. ]

I... if the Kings hadn't accepted me, I... [ He can't bring himself to say it. would've died. ]

I didn't want to die, I was afraid of it. [ another sharp inhale of breath ] Noct's life had been in danger more times than I care to count that day, I felt as though I didn't have a choice.

[ "Permit me to make a suggestion: rather than follow this flotsam and float away to a watery grave, why not come with me? What do you say?"

He'd been trained for this, but he loves and cares for Noct as one of his best friends. He'd never felt so helpless in those moments leading up to using the ring. He had to do something, anything. Even if it cost him his life. ]