Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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[ He hasn't seen this look in Ignis' eyes before, bright and unfettered with joy and mirth. Every time Ignis looks at him -- Noctis doesn't know if he's noticed it -- it's always been laced with something else, the knowledge that time could run out for them at any time, steadily ticking towards Ignis' vision. But this, this Ignis, this adorable little child doesn't look at him like he wants to save him.
And when was the last time Ignis ever truly laughed with such unbridled delight? He loves the innocence in Ignis' wide eyes, how the world has not yet ripped that away from him, and is glad he hadn't insisted on bringing Pink out there with the other Ignises. Ignii? ]
Yeah.
[ Noctis says, softening as he looks back at him tenderly. He's impossibly fond, protective, and when he settles back on his haunches, he thinks he will take this memory with him forever. They will keep this secret, then. ]
Of course you know me better than anyone else. [ He tells him with a soft smile. ] But why are you hiding in here, Ignis? Aren't you lonely by yourself?
[And there reveals the little know-it-all side of this very young Ignis, too smart for his own good and not quite yet developed enough in social finesse to disguise it as well as he probably ought to.]
This is where I go. Everybody has one. But I stay in here so that the others can do their work.
[ Noctis can't help a soft chuckle at that -- he might be too young to learn how to hide his little know-it-all side, but he's endeared by it anyway. ]
Have you met the others in here? [ He notices, too, that Ignis very blithely doesn't answer him about whether it's lonely in here. Surely it must be; he doesn't push the issue. ] Could you tell me about them?
[He was the first, after all. Before anyone else, before the fracturing and compartmentalizing ever became necessary, there was Pink Ignis — the first, and the youngest, and the oldest.]
Blue takes care of our friends. Yellow is your advisor. Gray is for sad things. Red is the one I only ever saw once. And Purple likes to...
[He giggles, hiding his mirth behind his hands again, and then stage-whispers with six-year-old glee and disgust.]
[ Oh. Oh, well. Noctis feels his cheeks heating up because this is just so. Well. ]
I like kissing him, too.
[ Because Noctis is shameless that way and he's giving him a wicked little smile. Six, he's so adorable when he's little -- Noctis is so tempted to want to play with him all day; he just loves kids, okay, and he loves Pink more than all the other kids combined because one day he grows up to become the man that he falls in love with. But the pieces are coming together with the answers Ignis gives him. Ignis separates himself into different traits, and apparently they're all obeying a rule to be kept apart, or something. Or not quite, because Blue and Yellow are outside.
So how does he solve this puzzle? Hmm. However it is, it seems like Pink might be the key to unraveling the puzzle. He was here first. ]
Noctis nods, feeling his heart race -- he's not sure what he'll find, whether making them all come out is the best idea, but he has to figure out a way to leave this place together with Ignis, which means they have to find the way out: and it means all of them have to work together, not separately. ]
I'll be here with you, I promise. Pinky promise.
[ He smiles, holding out his pinky finger for Ignis. ] You'll be safe with me.
[He reaches up slowly, linking pinkies with Noctis, and keeps their hands joined as he walks back to the door and pushes it open again, pulling him back out to the main room where Blue and Yellow are still idling.
This time, however, the scenario starts to shift and change, and Pink doesn't seem daunted by the presence of the others; linked to Noctis, he's bold enough to take charge just this much, and slowly the kitchen fades into darkness —
Blue and Yellow freeze in place, when the setting changes. Pink is so small, yet somehow the steadiest of them all, and for a long moment there is silence, until finally Yellow speaks:]
I have to reach Noctis.
[A beat passes. In the same tone, but softer, Blue echoes.]
I have to reach Noctis.
[Time passes. The roar of battle thunders as if from far away, until a door opens in the sky and Gray Ignis walks out.]
I...have to reach Noctis.
[Another pause. More expectant silence. Then, again, a door — and Purple arrives.]
I have to reach Noctis.
[Now, at last, Pink nods and says softly: ]
I have to reach Noctis.
[They stand there in a circle, five colors in all, waiting. Waiting.
And then one final door opens, and Red Ignis emerges, his eyes concealed behind dark glasses, and the only one of the Ignii to be actively carrying his spelldaggers in his belt.]
[ Noctis almost rocks back on his heels when the scene changes, squeezing Pink's hand, startled. This is Altissia, but what unfolds him is chaos, is violence, forever destroying the serene peace of the gorgeous, beautiful land and waterscape. He's wide-eyed, taking in everything as he stares at the other Ignii coming in, relating their desire -- how it all ties back to Noctis, as if he's the world Ignis orbits around. He swallows hard, staring at all the five colors that make up his lover, and finally realises what Red is.
Red is... He's violence incarnate, perhaps. Ruthless; where Yellow is purposeful, Red is the only one wielding weapons. He can't see his eyes the way he can many others, and Noctis grips Pink tight. Pink wields the most influence here, it seems, and he finally says. ]
I'm here. Ignis, I'm here. You've found me.
[ And they have to get out of this chaos or they'll be embroiled in it and it'll possibly devour them whole. Ignis, who has been stuck in this hellish landscape of his heart -- Noctis doesn't know how it'll end save for what Prompto has told him, and more than anything he wants to protect Ignis, wants to keep him safe. ] We have to -- we have to go.
[That's Gray who speaks first, quiet and wan, stalwart despite his sadness. Next is Yellow, neat and upright with his hands folded behind his back: ]
I would never allow you to be led into danger.
[A hint of a noise that sounds almost like chuffing amusement comes from Purple, who pipes up next: ]
I'd never let you out of my sight.
[And then, Blue: ]
I'll always take care of you, Noct. You know I will.
[Pink is still quiet at his side, pressed up flush against his leg; he says nothing, which leaves Red to speak last, and his voice is velvety smooth with confidence and the silent promise of violence.]
I won't let anything take you away from me — god or man alike.
[ 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. ]
[The fact of the matter is, Pink likes to be carried. So he doesn't protest at all when Noctis lifts him, but just wriggles until he's comfortable and tucks in close against Noct, riding along in silence as they approach the one facet of Ignis's heart that may well be Pink's antithesis.
The child and the assassin. And the only time the two of them ever meet is when the whole of his heart is devoted to Noctis.]
Because I don't need clarity, the way that the others do.
[Red lifts a hand right back, mirroring the same action that Noct offers him — brushing his hand possessively against his king's cheek.]
[ Pink is the cutest little boy and he should be protected at all costs. He lets Pink get comfortable, warmed when he nestles in against him like he's always belonged there. Pink said that he only met Red once; when was this? When Red possessively rests his hand on his cheek, Noctis leans into the touch, eyes lidding. But he's curious, even when his thumb traces over a cheekbone, under the perch of the glasses that he's pretty sure is almost entirely opaque. ]
Which is? What can't the others do that you can?
[ He has an idea, Red being the biggest clue to all of it -- red like heart-blood, like what he would readily spill for his sake. And Gray, so sad; Blue, so soft, Pink, so innocent. ]
[Red says it simply enough, and doesn't sound ashamed. It's too matter-of-fact for that; he knows full well that the function he serves is just as important as any of the others. He's just as much a part of Ignis's heart. He has just as much right to be here as anyone else.]
I don't look away from violence.
[But perhaps because he doesn't, that's why the others can.]
[ Noctis is silent for a long moment, before he shifts and presses his forehead to his, careful not to jostle Pink. Red -- out of all the others, is the one who does the dirty work, ruthless and unrelenting. He cut out all the others to do what he does best, and Noctis is thankful to him for it.
Sometimes a king must get his hands dirty, must do what it takes for the future of his people. Noctis is under no illusion that it would be an easy job, even moreso for the ones who are tasked with being in his service. ]
Thank you.
[ He says at last, soft but genuine. Red has just as much right to be here as anyone else. ]
Do you understand, then. Who we all are, why we're like this? Why it is that we're all here with you, while Altissia burns around us?
[It's Red who continues speaking. Noct is right; it's Red who does the dirty work, and perhaps this work that he's doing qualifies as such, on some level.]
Do you understand why we all came when you called?
[ Noctis hesitates when he pulls away from him to look at the rest of them -- all Ignis, his Ignis. Altissia burns all around them but all the Ignii are only focused on him, and it's terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
Was this what happened, after? He searches for words to say, wonders about the people -- were they evacuated, are they safe? The beautiful city is wrecked and Noctis can't have another city and its people's deaths and destruction on his conscience. ]
[Pink Ignis chuffs softly from somewhere in the vicinity of Noct's shoulder, sleepy yet vaguely aware that a Bad Word was said and too naturally inclined to be good to ignore it entirely.
But Red seems to guess where Noct's thoughts are running, and he shakes his head, moving to take Noct's chin in his hand and turn his gaze back onto himself, away from the destruction around them.]
Because we did run through this hell for you. Blue, in tandem with Prompto and Gladio, for you. Gray, worried sick about you. Yellow, who knew it was our duty to be at your side. Purple, who needed to be with you. I, who would kill anything fool enough to stand between me and you.
[Pink yawns, lifting his head a little, and finishes sleepily.]
An' me. 'Cause I promised I'd always take care'f you.
[Red nods, and continues more softly.]
Because I'm yours, Noct. Everything I am is yours.
Noctis has to look back at Red when he guides him to re-focus, tearing his gaze away from the general death and destruction to really understand just what Ignis is saying to him, what he wants to know. Pink is adorable when he chuffs, and he's absently patting his small back to soothe him back into sleeping, unconsciously taking the role of big brother, protective and warm with a child in his arms.
He absorbs everything, meeting where Red's eyes would probably be, and the others, too, his heart clenching. He's not worth this, he wants to say, he's not worth any of this because all he does is get people into trouble, but a part of him wants to do right by Ignis and all the others, too. He owes them that much.
Everything I am is yours. ]
Ignis.
[ He says softly, voice cracking because his heart is full and breaking at the same time. If everything Ignis is his, what will happen to Ignis when he's gone? How cruel would the days that Noctis gives him be? Ignis had said that the Astrals would want Noctis' life in exchange for peace, and yet. ]
I love you. [ He says softly. To Red, to Blue and Yellow and Gray, to Purple and to Pink, sleeping sweetly in his arms. ] I --
[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.]
Noctis blinks when the ruins fall away, becoming something more soothing, something that puts him at ease. He definitely is squinting and trying to figure it out, and he gently rouses Pink, feeling softly wistful because he has to let him go now, this sweet little boy who would grow up to become his lover, the man who would do anything to protect him.
The door opens up, and Noctis holds out a hand to the Ignii, or the Ignis, because he loves all of him -- every single facet; he loves him, wholly, his equal and his partner. ]
[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.]
[ It's Pink that follows him out, it's Pink that absorbs everyone else -- who smiles at him serenely and he feels a weight off his chest, the ache of it dissipated. Perhaps now Ignis will understand better, deeper, what it's like to be known for who he is, not what he can do.
He loves everything, and it seems like all of what Ignis is, every facet of him loves him too.
He's out in the blink of an eye, Pink's small hand disappearing from his, and he takes a moment to adjust, disoriented and oddly... moved. Something powerful just happened in there, something that shifted their hearts, just a little, lending Noctis a deeper insight into Ignis' psyche.
Funnily enough, he misses Pink. He rubs at his eyes. ]
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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And when was the last time Ignis ever truly laughed with such unbridled delight? He loves the innocence in Ignis' wide eyes, how the world has not yet ripped that away from him, and is glad he hadn't insisted on bringing Pink out there with the other Ignises. Ignii? ]
Yeah.
[ Noctis says, softening as he looks back at him tenderly. He's impossibly fond, protective, and when he settles back on his haunches, he thinks he will take this memory with him forever. They will keep this secret, then. ]
Of course you know me better than anyone else. [ He tells him with a soft smile. ] But why are you hiding in here, Ignis? Aren't you lonely by yourself?
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[And there reveals the little know-it-all side of this very young Ignis, too smart for his own good and not quite yet developed enough in social finesse to disguise it as well as he probably ought to.]
This is where I go. Everybody has one. But I stay in here so that the others can do their work.
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Have you met the others in here? [ He notices, too, that Ignis very blithely doesn't answer him about whether it's lonely in here. Surely it must be; he doesn't push the issue. ] Could you tell me about them?
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[He was the first, after all. Before anyone else, before the fracturing and compartmentalizing ever became necessary, there was Pink Ignis — the first, and the youngest, and the oldest.]
Blue takes care of our friends. Yellow is your advisor. Gray is for sad things. Red is the one I only ever saw once. And Purple likes to...
[He giggles, hiding his mirth behind his hands again, and then stage-whispers with six-year-old glee and disgust.]
...kiss you! Ewww!
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I like kissing him, too.
[ Because Noctis is shameless that way and he's giving him a wicked little smile. Six, he's so adorable when he's little -- Noctis is so tempted to want to play with him all day; he just loves kids, okay, and he loves Pink more than all the other kids combined because one day he grows up to become the man that he falls in love with. But the pieces are coming together with the answers Ignis gives him. Ignis separates himself into different traits, and apparently they're all obeying a rule to be kept apart, or something. Or not quite, because Blue and Yellow are outside.
So how does he solve this puzzle? Hmm. However it is, it seems like Pink might be the key to unraveling the puzzle. He was here first. ]
Can you take me to meet them?
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I can make them all come out. If...if you're there, too.
[He chews on his lip.]
Promise?
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Noctis nods, feeling his heart race -- he's not sure what he'll find, whether making them all come out is the best idea, but he has to figure out a way to leave this place together with Ignis, which means they have to find the way out: and it means all of them have to work together, not separately. ]
I'll be here with you, I promise. Pinky promise.
[ He smiles, holding out his pinky finger for Ignis. ] You'll be safe with me.
[ he pauses. ] When did you meet red? What's red?
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[He reaches up slowly, linking pinkies with Noctis, and keeps their hands joined as he walks back to the door and pushes it open again, pulling him back out to the main room where Blue and Yellow are still idling.
This time, however, the scenario starts to shift and change, and Pink doesn't seem daunted by the presence of the others; linked to Noctis, he's bold enough to take charge just this much, and slowly the kitchen fades into darkness —
— and back into chaos.
Blue and Yellow freeze in place, when the setting changes. Pink is so small, yet somehow the steadiest of them all, and for a long moment there is silence, until finally Yellow speaks:]
I have to reach Noctis.
[A beat passes. In the same tone, but softer, Blue echoes.]
I have to reach Noctis.
[Time passes. The roar of battle thunders as if from far away, until a door opens in the sky and Gray Ignis walks out.]
I...have to reach Noctis.
[Another pause. More expectant silence. Then, again, a door — and Purple arrives.]
I have to reach Noctis.
[Now, at last, Pink nods and says softly: ]
I have to reach Noctis.
[They stand there in a circle, five colors in all, waiting. Waiting.
And then one final door opens, and Red Ignis emerges, his eyes concealed behind dark glasses, and the only one of the Ignii to be actively carrying his spelldaggers in his belt.]
I'll make sure we reach Noctis.
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Red is... He's violence incarnate, perhaps. Ruthless; where Yellow is purposeful, Red is the only one wielding weapons. He can't see his eyes the way he can many others, and Noctis grips Pink tight. Pink wields the most influence here, it seems, and he finally says. ]
I'm here. Ignis, I'm here. You've found me.
[ And they have to get out of this chaos or they'll be embroiled in it and it'll possibly devour them whole. Ignis, who has been stuck in this hellish landscape of his heart -- Noctis doesn't know how it'll end save for what Prompto has told him, and more than anything he wants to protect Ignis, wants to keep him safe. ] We have to -- we have to go.
[ Is that right? Do they have to go? ]
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[That's Gray who speaks first, quiet and wan, stalwart despite his sadness. Next is Yellow, neat and upright with his hands folded behind his back: ]
I would never allow you to be led into danger.
[A hint of a noise that sounds almost like chuffing amusement comes from Purple, who pipes up next: ]
I'd never let you out of my sight.
[And then, Blue: ]
I'll always take care of you, Noct. You know I will.
[Pink is still quiet at his side, pressed up flush against his leg; he says nothing, which leaves Red to speak last, and his voice is velvety smooth with confidence and the silent promise of violence.]
I won't let anything take you away from me — god or man alike.
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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?
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The child and the assassin. And the only time the two of them ever meet is when the whole of his heart is devoted to Noctis.]
Because I don't need clarity, the way that the others do.
[Red lifts a hand right back, mirroring the same action that Noct offers him — brushing his hand possessively against his king's cheek.]
My role is to do the things the others can't.
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Which is? What can't the others do that you can?
[ He has an idea, Red being the biggest clue to all of it -- red like heart-blood, like what he would readily spill for his sake. And Gray, so sad; Blue, so soft, Pink, so innocent. ]
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[Red says it simply enough, and doesn't sound ashamed. It's too matter-of-fact for that; he knows full well that the function he serves is just as important as any of the others. He's just as much a part of Ignis's heart. He has just as much right to be here as anyone else.]
I don't look away from violence.
[But perhaps because he doesn't, that's why the others can.]
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Sometimes a king must get his hands dirty, must do what it takes for the future of his people. Noctis is under no illusion that it would be an easy job, even moreso for the ones who are tasked with being in his service. ]
Thank you.
[ He says at last, soft but genuine. Red has just as much right to be here as anyone else. ]
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[It's Red who continues speaking. Noct is right; it's Red who does the dirty work, and perhaps this work that he's doing qualifies as such, on some level.]
Do you understand why we all came when you called?
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[ Noctis hesitates when he pulls away from him to look at the rest of them -- all Ignis, his Ignis. Altissia burns all around them but all the Ignii are only focused on him, and it's terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
Was this what happened, after? He searches for words to say, wonders about the people -- were they evacuated, are they safe? The beautiful city is wrecked and Noctis can't have another city and its people's deaths and destruction on his conscience. ]
Because... you wanted to protect me?
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[Pink Ignis chuffs softly from somewhere in the vicinity of Noct's shoulder, sleepy yet vaguely aware that a Bad Word was said and too naturally inclined to be good to ignore it entirely.
But Red seems to guess where Noct's thoughts are running, and he shakes his head, moving to take Noct's chin in his hand and turn his gaze back onto himself, away from the destruction around them.]
Because we did run through this hell for you. Blue, in tandem with Prompto and Gladio, for you. Gray, worried sick about you. Yellow, who knew it was our duty to be at your side. Purple, who needed to be with you. I, who would kill anything fool enough to stand between me and you.
[Pink yawns, lifting his head a little, and finishes sleepily.]
An' me. 'Cause I promised I'd always take care'f you.
[Red nods, and continues more softly.]
Because I'm yours, Noct. Everything I am is yours.
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Noctis has to look back at Red when he guides him to re-focus, tearing his gaze away from the general death and destruction to really understand just what Ignis is saying to him, what he wants to know. Pink is adorable when he chuffs, and he's absently patting his small back to soothe him back into sleeping, unconsciously taking the role of big brother, protective and warm with a child in his arms.
He absorbs everything, meeting where Red's eyes would probably be, and the others, too, his heart clenching. He's not worth this, he wants to say, he's not worth any of this because all he does is get people into trouble, but a part of him wants to do right by Ignis and all the others, too. He owes them that much.
Everything I am is yours. ]
Ignis.
[ He says softly, voice cracking because his heart is full and breaking at the same time. If everything Ignis is his, what will happen to Ignis when he's gone? How cruel would the days that Noctis gives him be? Ignis had said that the Astrals would want Noctis' life in exchange for peace, and yet. ]
I love you. [ He says softly. To Red, to Blue and Yellow and Gray, to Purple and to Pink, sleeping sweetly in his arms. ] I --
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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.]
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Noctis blinks when the ruins fall away, becoming something more soothing, something that puts him at ease. He definitely is squinting and trying to figure it out, and he gently rouses Pink, feeling softly wistful because he has to let him go now, this sweet little boy who would grow up to become his lover, the man who would do anything to protect him.
The door opens up, and Noctis holds out a hand to the Ignii, or the Ignis, because he loves all of him -- every single facet; he loves him, wholly, his equal and his partner. ]
C'mon, let's go.
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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.]
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He loves everything, and it seems like all of what Ignis is, every facet of him loves him too.
He's out in the blink of an eye, Pink's small hand disappearing from his, and he takes a moment to adjust, disoriented and oddly... moved. Something powerful just happened in there, something that shifted their hearts, just a little, lending Noctis a deeper insight into Ignis' psyche.
Funnily enough, he misses Pink. He rubs at his eyes. ]
Ignis...?