[Somewhere off in the distance he can hear his name being spoken. Words floating towards him on the wind. But they're nothing more than a soft whisper against the voices that play within his mind, over and over again.
This is your fault.
Some king you are.
Look what you did. What you caused.
Maybe if he cried long enough he would go back to being numb. The voices of guilt would die back down and he would be able to ignore them. To pretend like they weren't there. Like this wasn't all of his fault. Maybe if he paid enough penance in the form of tears and heartache it would leave him alone.
But Ignis' arms come around him, lift him up out of the dirt and stop this insane, desperate ritual in some bid to find peace. Ignis speaks and he opens his eyes, half expecting to wake up and find that this has all been a dream.
It isn't. Because he can see the faint outline of the scars present upon Ignis' face, and it hurts all over again. Will it always hurt this much? Will he ever find someway to dull the pain?
What he wants to say is 'I'm sorry, Iggy. I'm so sorry.' But it's like his voice won't work, even though he opens his mouth to speak. All that comes out is another sob and he hangs his head. Because he's always so weak, and it was his weakness that had cost them all so much.]
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This is your fault.
Some king you are.
Look what you did. What you caused.
Maybe if he cried long enough he would go back to being numb. The voices of guilt would die back down and he would be able to ignore them. To pretend like they weren't there. Like this wasn't all of his fault. Maybe if he paid enough penance in the form of tears and heartache it would leave him alone.
But Ignis' arms come around him, lift him up out of the dirt and stop this insane, desperate ritual in some bid to find peace. Ignis speaks and he opens his eyes, half expecting to wake up and find that this has all been a dream.
It isn't. Because he can see the faint outline of the scars present upon Ignis' face, and it hurts all over again. Will it always hurt this much? Will he ever find someway to dull the pain?
What he wants to say is 'I'm sorry, Iggy. I'm so sorry.' But it's like his voice won't work, even though he opens his mouth to speak. All that comes out is another sob and he hangs his head. Because he's always so weak, and it was his weakness that had cost them all so much.]