[Ignis is silent for several moments before sighing and then shifting against Ardyn's shoulder so he can turn his blind gaze in the redhead's direction.]

I will admit that back at the beginning that may have been true. I didn't understand what I was doing then. I didn't understand you.

[This is obviously difficult for him to say, and as a result is voice is soft and hesitant at times.]

Honestly, I'm still not sure I know what I'm doing, but I like to think I understand you a little better now. It wasn't some idealized version of you who I hurt at the beach party and who helped me understand after that I couldn't let my optimistic hopes blind me. It wasn't some the Healer-King of old who sat on the floor with me and shared his deepest fears as flowers and thorns threatened to tear themselves from our bodies, and it was certainly no mere human who held me so tight in his exhaustion that we had to pile him under chocobos in order to win my freedom.

[He raises a shaking hand so he can gently run his fingers across Ardyn's cheek.]

Once it may have only been the daemons that remained, but that is no longer the case. You have become more than what I first loved, more than you believe yourself to be.