( She fixes her eyes on him, tears them away from the sea, the response immediate: )
That's not the point.
( She doesn't like the idea, it's true. How could she possibly? But she understands it down to her bones, to the very fibres of her being. She doesn't have to know Noctis to know how much he means to Ignis, or that Ignis would gladly give his life to save him, and there's a promise lingering in the deepest recesses of her heart which says she'll let him go to do what needs to be done. The same promise that kept her mouth shut when Fear pulled her sight from her, because Ignis had other things to concentrate on.
But it isn't the prospect of him giving up his life that has her pushing the topic. )
You can't keep him safe if you die on the way.
( She's statue still, not even blinking as she speaks, voice even and words slow. That's the point. It was a reckless idea. )
You didn't even know where he was. It wouldn't've helped.
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That's not the point.
( She doesn't like the idea, it's true. How could she possibly? But she understands it down to her bones, to the very fibres of her being. She doesn't have to know Noctis to know how much he means to Ignis, or that Ignis would gladly give his life to save him, and there's a promise lingering in the deepest recesses of her heart which says she'll let him go to do what needs to be done. The same promise that kept her mouth shut when Fear pulled her sight from her, because Ignis had other things to concentrate on.
But it isn't the prospect of him giving up his life that has her pushing the topic. )
You can't keep him safe if you die on the way.
( She's statue still, not even blinking as she speaks, voice even and words slow. That's the point. It was a reckless idea. )
You didn't even know where he was. It wouldn't've helped.