If it is in Noctis's name, in Prompto's, in Gladio's, there is little he ever would regret, really. For them, he will set the world alight, started right there at his own feet if need must.
...Still. Still, as Ravus says he understands and holds one hand out to him so simply, Ignis is glad that he stays here at his side regardless. He says nothing for a brief second. Only allows his expression to softly ease up, a relief in his eyes as he looks into that mismatched gaze. He hopes, he so hopes, that Ravus can understand the depth of his relieved gratitude that lays in his breast for this.
The words will come for him later. Right now, there is a job to do.
"...I shall dig." With a faintly self-depriciating smile, Ignis holds one hand in front of his chest, over his heart. Still wearing the gloves as he is, they're quite filthy from the general wear of life, but also with the deep stain of blood and where dirt clings. Covers over it. It will cover over more spilled blood before the afternoon is done. "Already unclean as I am from all this dirty work, it is only appropriate that I keep to it until the deed is at its completion. There is no need for you to join me in that."
A pause, as he looks to Ravus, and his voice grows tender. "Allow yourself to stay clean and sweet, my dear. Permit yourself that, now. It suits you more than blood and metal."
To do something kind, even for someone who doesn't truly deserve it, and make the world perhaps better.
Noct is similar in that respect, and Ignis cannot help but love it in both men.
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If it is in Noctis's name, in Prompto's, in Gladio's, there is little he ever would regret, really. For them, he will set the world alight, started right there at his own feet if need must.
...Still. Still, as Ravus says he understands and holds one hand out to him so simply, Ignis is glad that he stays here at his side regardless. He says nothing for a brief second. Only allows his expression to softly ease up, a relief in his eyes as he looks into that mismatched gaze. He hopes, he so hopes, that Ravus can understand the depth of his relieved gratitude that lays in his breast for this.
The words will come for him later. Right now, there is a job to do.
"...I shall dig." With a faintly self-depriciating smile, Ignis holds one hand in front of his chest, over his heart. Still wearing the gloves as he is, they're quite filthy from the general wear of life, but also with the deep stain of blood and where dirt clings. Covers over it. It will cover over more spilled blood before the afternoon is done. "Already unclean as I am from all this dirty work, it is only appropriate that I keep to it until the deed is at its completion. There is no need for you to join me in that."
A pause, as he looks to Ravus, and his voice grows tender. "Allow yourself to stay clean and sweet, my dear. Permit yourself that, now. It suits you more than blood and metal."
To do something kind, even for someone who doesn't truly deserve it, and make the world perhaps better.
Noct is similar in that respect, and Ignis cannot help but love it in both men.