To even earn the smallest idea of a laugh, one not even negative either, is surprisingly enough to alleviate some of the weight in his heart. Surely, if Ignis can have him laughing like this at a makeshift funeral, then there is hope for - something. He's not wholly sure what. It's simply a good sign.
And best a good sign before that hand squeezes down on him, the Oracle's blood prevalent even here as he feels that carefully reined strength in such a grasp. "I will do more than is necessary," he promises Ravus quietly, although, of course, he knows that what he thinks of as such may be something they disagree on. It doesn't really matter, in the end. All that matters is waiting for Ravus to disappear somewhat slightly down the road.
And then he casts an unimpressed look upon Ardyn's corpse.
Really, such a troublesome man. Now he's going to have to do some effort for his burial. Ah well. There is no helping it. All Ignis can do is reach down to grab the pathetic corpse by its ankles, and drag it over to deposit it.
When Ravus returns, Ignis has Ardyn's head dangling by the hair as he tries to lower it to some place vaguely balanced by his neck. "This will have to do," he says, when its still a bit of a lopsided placement. In fact, one might almost say that Ardyn's face is purposefully set to the side, so no one has to see his particular expression before it's all buried in the dirt. Pushing himself up onto his feet, Ignis claps dusted hands together. "Do the flowers go with the body, or atop the grave? Once I know which, I can begin the burial."
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And best a good sign before that hand squeezes down on him, the Oracle's blood prevalent even here as he feels that carefully reined strength in such a grasp. "I will do more than is necessary," he promises Ravus quietly, although, of course, he knows that what he thinks of as such may be something they disagree on. It doesn't really matter, in the end. All that matters is waiting for Ravus to disappear somewhat slightly down the road.
And then he casts an unimpressed look upon Ardyn's corpse.
Really, such a troublesome man. Now he's going to have to do some effort for his burial. Ah well. There is no helping it. All Ignis can do is reach down to grab the pathetic corpse by its ankles, and drag it over to deposit it.
When Ravus returns, Ignis has Ardyn's head dangling by the hair as he tries to lower it to some place vaguely balanced by his neck. "This will have to do," he says, when its still a bit of a lopsided placement. In fact, one might almost say that Ardyn's face is purposefully set to the side, so no one has to see his particular expression before it's all buried in the dirt. Pushing himself up onto his feet, Ignis claps dusted hands together. "Do the flowers go with the body, or atop the grave? Once I know which, I can begin the burial."