[Ignis could have died. He understands that much. A cold spike of grief and anger runs down his spine. Not at Ignis, but that it was a choice he had to make at all. He can still remember what it looked like - felt like - to find both him and Noctis unconscious in Altissia. How long and uncertain the days that followed were.
His hold tightens, and his voice sounds weak to his own ears.]
Of course they accepted you. I...I guess I should be grateful they didn't take your life.
[But did they have to take his sight? It seems so unfair to extract such a price from the man who only wanted to save his friend - their chosen king.]
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His hold tightens, and his voice sounds weak to his own ears.]
Of course they accepted you. I...I guess I should be grateful they didn't take your life.
[But did they have to take his sight? It seems so unfair to extract such a price from the man who only wanted to save his friend - their chosen king.]