[Spoken softly, as if he didn't intend to say it out loud. Ignis would never seek to compare his life to that of Regis - he wouldn't do the man the disrespect of that - but even at so young an age he keenly understands regret.
Quickly, he shakes it off, bringing himself swiftly out of his own thoughts and back to the conversation at hand.]
I think he was, though he would need to be hard-pressed to admit it. He was a wise and just king, but the pressures of duty took much from him.
[More than his life, but his relationship with his son. Something far more precious to Regis, though Noctis had not realised it until it was too late.]
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[Spoken softly, as if he didn't intend to say it out loud. Ignis would never seek to compare his life to that of Regis - he wouldn't do the man the disrespect of that - but even at so young an age he keenly understands regret.
Quickly, he shakes it off, bringing himself swiftly out of his own thoughts and back to the conversation at hand.]
I think he was, though he would need to be hard-pressed to admit it. He was a wise and just king, but the pressures of duty took much from him.
[More than his life, but his relationship with his son. Something far more precious to Regis, though Noctis had not realised it until it was too late.]
Did he tell you that he was only fifty years old?