[The six of them, gathered together, all speak as one — and that, it seems, is the key to unlocking Ignis's heart and making his escape. To bring every facet of him together and fit it into a whole, to remind him that he is more than just the sum of his parts, more than just any one role he plays or form he takes.
Altissia in ruins fades away from around them; the surroundings of Ignis's heart turn a cool, refreshing blue-gray, blurred around the edges like watercolor daubed on a canvas, but if one squints hard and tries to make the outlines out, it might just resemble something akin to the Insomnian throne room.
And there, in the middle of the floor, opens up a round doorway, glowing with golden light, waiting to be stepped into.]
Ah. There's the way out.
[One of the Ignii said it. Maybe they all did. Maybe it's getting harder and harder to tell which is which, with every passing moment.]
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[The six of them, gathered together, all speak as one — and that, it seems, is the key to unlocking Ignis's heart and making his escape. To bring every facet of him together and fit it into a whole, to remind him that he is more than just the sum of his parts, more than just any one role he plays or form he takes.
Altissia in ruins fades away from around them; the surroundings of Ignis's heart turn a cool, refreshing blue-gray, blurred around the edges like watercolor daubed on a canvas, but if one squints hard and tries to make the outlines out, it might just resemble something akin to the Insomnian throne room.
And there, in the middle of the floor, opens up a round doorway, glowing with golden light, waiting to be stepped into.]
Ah. There's the way out.
[One of the Ignii said it. Maybe they all did. Maybe it's getting harder and harder to tell which is which, with every passing moment.]