[For a moment, Ignis is reminded of all those months ago when he found Ardyn fresh off Monsun's bad side. Growling. Cold. Stripped of all the human trappings he used to make himself seem 'normal.' He hadn't run then, and eventually he's drawn the man back out of the monster.
He's not running now either.
Despite the cold under his fingers, cold that feels almost as if it will suck all the warmth from his own body, Ignis only tightens his hold.]
Draw all the darkness you wish and we'll see who's right.
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He's not running now either.
Despite the cold under his fingers, cold that feels almost as if it will suck all the warmth from his own body, Ignis only tightens his hold.]
Draw all the darkness you wish and we'll see who's right.