As much as the breath curling around his ear, Ignis feels it almost just as much at his spine. The patient pattern of inhale and exhale, deep and slow. Tactile. "It wasn't," he agrees quietly. It was a grueling descent, with difficult creatures in a crumbling ruin that only ever seemed to get darker, complete with obscure puzzles that took some luck to solve...
But they were all still together, in the end.
And he always thought that they could keep each other safe from all else.
The weight of the prophecy weighs at the back of his neck again, something unbearable and asphyxiating. Only Gladio's presence there against him, solid as a rock, keeps it from getting any worse, and Ignis finally relents in setting the knife down on the counter. "Perhaps it's both," he admits softly, the truth coming out easier for him than it would have in a time that is both only the other day and also many years ago. "If you won't let me chop things like this... Can I at least have my hand free for something else I would like to try?"
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But they were all still together, in the end.
And he always thought that they could keep each other safe from all else.
The weight of the prophecy weighs at the back of his neck again, something unbearable and asphyxiating. Only Gladio's presence there against him, solid as a rock, keeps it from getting any worse, and Ignis finally relents in setting the knife down on the counter. "Perhaps it's both," he admits softly, the truth coming out easier for him than it would have in a time that is both only the other day and also many years ago. "If you won't let me chop things like this... Can I at least have my hand free for something else I would like to try?"