[ A lifetime ago, and Noctis had been both worried and warmed and exhausted. His Ignis, who had been so mad on his behalf, and yet still so young. He sobers up, stroking his face, leaning down to kiss his cheek, his lips softly. ]

You were too young, Iggy. They shouldn't have put it all on you when you were so young.

[ Such a heavy responsibility on those little shoulders, when he had been a child himself, too, so very young and innocent and unable to process what was happening. ]

But you know I always come back, right? To you.