[Those words are sharp and they cut deep. Not in swift, smooth movements, but a slow, torturous sawing that leaves his heart broken and bleeding. Somewhere, hidden within the part of his brain that hasn't fallen under the spell of love, he knows this is exactly why they shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't have allowed themselves to get in this deep. Until they were no longer able to survive alone. Until they could not longer be separated into two whole beings.]
Ignis. [A soft whisper forced into the still night air. A hand that reaches out for something, to grasp whatever he can and offer the comfort that comes from that touch.] I get it. But you can't keep me by locking me away. It doesn't work that way.
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Ignis. [A soft whisper forced into the still night air. A hand that reaches out for something, to grasp whatever he can and offer the comfort that comes from that touch.] I get it. But you can't keep me by locking me away. It doesn't work that way.