[For (almost) the entirety of his life, Ignis had been a constant, calming pretense. A steadfast, immovable force that would constantly be at his side. As surely as the sun would rise and set, Ignis would always return to him. Like a moth draw to a flame, tides giving into the will of the moon. They were two equal parts of the same whole, a matched set that left one incomplete without the other.
Noctis' belief in Ignis was absolute. There were no terms and conditions that came along with it. Freely and wholly given, handed over to this man who had done everything to deserve such blind faith.]
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Noctis' belief in Ignis was absolute. There were no terms and conditions that came along with it. Freely and wholly given, handed over to this man who had done everything to deserve such blind faith.]
Always.