[These moments were rare, so few and far between that it was difficult to even recall when they had happened last. When Ignis' guard would fall just enough, when he would allow himself to be weak, to need. And gods had Noctis always been terrible about rising to the occasion. About being the strength that Ignis was searching for.
So many things had changed. Come heaven or this hell they had found themselves in, that was going to be one of them.]
You've always had my back. And I've got yours, you know that, right? I've got you.
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So many things had changed. Come heaven or this hell they had found themselves in, that was going to be one of them.]
You've always had my back. And I've got yours, you know that, right? I've got you.