[There is, in Ignis's heart, a lot of power in the words for Noct. Enough so that Gray almost looks upbeat as he rises from his chair and heads for the place in the penumbras of the setting that marks his own door back from whence he came. And with his departure, Galdin Quay wobbles and shifts again, transitioning into —
...a beautiful starry night in the open country, the night sky overhead littered with shooting stars. And there, in the midst of it, is Purple Ignis, warmed by the presence of Blue still lingering nearby.]
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...a beautiful starry night in the open country, the night sky overhead littered with shooting stars. And there, in the midst of it, is Purple Ignis, warmed by the presence of Blue still lingering nearby.]
Prompto.