[Perhaps it speaks to the magical nature of these dreams that the world doesn't collapse around Ignis the moment Prompto leaves it. Instead, he has time to lower them both to the ground--the unconscious blonde held tightly against him--and bury his head in his friend's hair.]
I'm sorry, Prompto. I'm so sorry...
[The tears are just breaking free of Ignis' eyes when the world finally shatters to pieces around him...]
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I'm sorry, Prompto. I'm so sorry...
[The tears are just breaking free of Ignis' eyes when the world finally shatters to pieces around him...]