[What happens, then, is something that's purely the fault of Noct's influence. Something that, perhaps, has never happened to Ignis's heart before, and never will again. But one by one, the five other Ignii walk forward and slowly rest their hand on Pink's shoulder — first Blue, then Yellow, then Gray, then Red, then Purple. And one by one, as they do, a halo around Pink glows a little brighter, and one by one they disappear in a shatter-flash of something not unlike Armiger light.
Noctis takes the Royal Arms into himself. Ignis re-assimilates the parts of himself into a single whole.
And it seems, for Noctis who loves him so much, that single whole is not his adult self, not the friend or the lover or the lonely heart or the advisor or the assassin, but the boy he was on the day that they met, who took his hand and loved him and never stopped since.
It's Pink alone who takes Noct's hand, smiling serenely up at him.
It's Pink alone who'll follow him out of Ignis's heart, ever at his side.]
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Noctis takes the Royal Arms into himself. Ignis re-assimilates the parts of himself into a single whole.
And it seems, for Noctis who loves him so much, that single whole is not his adult self, not the friend or the lover or the lonely heart or the advisor or the assassin, but the boy he was on the day that they met, who took his hand and loved him and never stopped since.
It's Pink alone who takes Noct's hand, smiling serenely up at him.
It's Pink alone who'll follow him out of Ignis's heart, ever at his side.]