Indeed, while he may not be as familiar with the language of flowers as any Tenebraen, sometimes the visuals tell a man all he needs to know, and grace lilies would be a beautiful but unfitting sight in Ignis's hands considering the situation as it is. Still, to see gladiolus instead...
It's apparent, for just a moment. A soft fond little smile down to the famous sword lilies, and the brilliance of their petals.
He had to do this without Gladio by his side. Considering this was a rather spur of the moment sort of thing, an opportunity he hadn't foreseen, it couldn't be helped. Still, with the flowers in his hand... While he knows it's just a sentimental trick of the mind, he does feel indeed a little stronger.
Perhaps just a tad.
"...No, I won't mourn," he says, that brief soft moment gone as he glances down back to the corpse. He really should have put the head fully backwards. "However, while I have no such feelings for the man who lays here now, I will admit that it is still the taking of a life that has occurred today. Whatever the reason may be, there is no denying that simple fact. I was told to keep this in mind, during my training, and it is a lesson I do try to always remember. So, I will follow your example as best I can. And who knows? Perhaps it will have an effect."
And he can stop being such a pain in the ass motherfucker in the afterlife. Ignis has his doubts on that.
"Let me assist in spreading the flower petals. Perhaps a few tucked into that embarrassing coat of his, if only to keep from getting lost in the dirt." And, guided by Ravus on what flowers would perhaps be best or most suitable for this task, that is exactly what he does. For this, he even removes his filth-encrusted gloves so that delicate assassin fingers can pluck the petals neatly from their homes without ruining their delicate beauty. Scattered, tucked away... With his head placed like it is, he still makes a bewildering picture, but the petals class it up at least a tad, he supposes.
After that, there's nothing more he can do but layer the dirt over him. It's not easy with the axe being what it is, but a good bit of it can be resolved just by pushing the dirt along with the blade. It takes time, and perhaps it's not neat, but... Ignis manages.
And more flowers continues to make it look just a tiny little bit better as well.
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It's apparent, for just a moment. A soft fond little smile down to the famous sword lilies, and the brilliance of their petals.
He had to do this without Gladio by his side. Considering this was a rather spur of the moment sort of thing, an opportunity he hadn't foreseen, it couldn't be helped. Still, with the flowers in his hand... While he knows it's just a sentimental trick of the mind, he does feel indeed a little stronger.
Perhaps just a tad.
"...No, I won't mourn," he says, that brief soft moment gone as he glances down back to the corpse. He really should have put the head fully backwards. "However, while I have no such feelings for the man who lays here now, I will admit that it is still the taking of a life that has occurred today. Whatever the reason may be, there is no denying that simple fact. I was told to keep this in mind, during my training, and it is a lesson I do try to always remember. So, I will follow your example as best I can. And who knows? Perhaps it will have an effect."
And he can stop being such a pain in the ass motherfucker in the afterlife. Ignis has his doubts on that.
"Let me assist in spreading the flower petals. Perhaps a few tucked into that embarrassing coat of his, if only to keep from getting lost in the dirt." And, guided by Ravus on what flowers would perhaps be best or most suitable for this task, that is exactly what he does. For this, he even removes his filth-encrusted gloves so that delicate assassin fingers can pluck the petals neatly from their homes without ruining their delicate beauty. Scattered, tucked away... With his head placed like it is, he still makes a bewildering picture, but the petals class it up at least a tad, he supposes.
After that, there's nothing more he can do but layer the dirt over him. It's not easy with the axe being what it is, but a good bit of it can be resolved just by pushing the dirt along with the blade. It takes time, and perhaps it's not neat, but... Ignis manages.
And more flowers continues to make it look just a tiny little bit better as well.