[ Noctis asks, because it's now or never, when he's right in his heart and he's looking at all the Ignii, all the facets of the man he loves. He lifts Pink into his arms -- Pink, the first of all of them, who says nothing, who is perhaps the very core of them all. He's studying them, then looks at Pink. Is this what he had wanted, this little boy? His dreams and fears and ambitions, all his other selves, tied to Noctis so? Surely he would not dreamed of this violence, the horror that comes for them.
Red is breathtaking, the fiercest of them all, and he reaches out to touch his cheek, soft and gentle. Ignis would destroy himself trying to protect him, and Noctis' heart would break for it. But it's not fair, is it? Because Ignis would be hurt either way. ]
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[ Noctis asks, because it's now or never, when he's right in his heart and he's looking at all the Ignii, all the facets of the man he loves. He lifts Pink into his arms -- Pink, the first of all of them, who says nothing, who is perhaps the very core of them all. He's studying them, then looks at Pink. Is this what he had wanted, this little boy? His dreams and fears and ambitions, all his other selves, tied to Noctis so? Surely he would not dreamed of this violence, the horror that comes for them.
Red is breathtaking, the fiercest of them all, and he reaches out to touch his cheek, soft and gentle. Ignis would destroy himself trying to protect him, and Noctis' heart would break for it. But it's not fair, is it? Because Ignis would be hurt either way. ]
Why do you wear sunglasses, Red?