[Ignis shakes his head, hands curling into fists against his legs for a moment before he forces them flat again.]
...he didn't care if staying meant he was going to die. He didn't care that it was fake. He wanted it so much. It hurt, honestly, that he had more faith in that fake dream than he did that I--or anyone else for that matter--would keep the promises we made to him to make things better. [His voice softens then, expression becoming uncertain.]
Sometimes I wonder of all we are trying to do for him hurts him more than it helps.
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[Ignis shakes his head, hands curling into fists against his legs for a moment before he forces them flat again.]
...he didn't care if staying meant he was going to die. He didn't care that it was fake. He wanted it so much. It hurt, honestly, that he had more faith in that fake dream than he did that I--or anyone else for that matter--would keep the promises we made to him to make things better.
[His voice softens then, expression becoming uncertain.]
Sometimes I wonder of all we are trying to do for him hurts him more than it helps.