[ Ignis wants to close his eyes and turn away. Ignis wants to not have caused this. This pain. He wants to make it right again. But all paths from here lead down into darkness. Into trust betrayed, into a boy who's lost almost everything remaining even more alone. All the paths.

But he keeps his eyes firmly on the person his entire world revolves around. He listens, and swallows, because some of those words. Some of those words, they hit deep. (Noctis and Gladio lost their fathers that night. But Ignis lost family, too - and he lost his core family much longer ago. He knows about losses. Those words hit deep.) (Not as deep as some of the others, words that he's needed to hear for a very, very long time.)

But, in the end, there is only the question, and Ignis swallows thickly, because he wants to ask again that Noct not do it. Not like that. (Isn't knowing that they love each other enough?) But it is too late. He takes a deep breath, and the word is far, far too easy to slip out of his mouth, not that he ever could have answered differently. ]

Everything.

[ Because it's true. It has always been true. Yet it feels easy as sin - to give all that he has. All that Noctis can ask of him. Everything and anything and all. ]