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"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

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claritatis

I won't disagree.

[Because it is, and just giving up has never been something that Ignis has been good at. Settling for 'just enough' is a state of mind he would hope never to find himself in.

He mimics her shrug, a small smile along with it.]

There may be a way out, but we'd miss out on a great deal by focusing on nothing but that.

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dedikated

( It's also one she hopes he never has to deal with. It still poisons her thoughts from time to time, evidently, even after years of reasons to think more of life. It's easy enough to call realistic, but is it truly that?

Kate isn't sure it is any more.

But for now, she clears her throat, pulls her eyes away from studying the fine changes in his expression, and holds onto the warm weight which seems to fill her chest. )

S'pose so.

( The fine art of understatement. )

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claritatis

[Ignis laughs then, his expression warming and his eyes briefly falling closed with the mirth of it.]

Did I just win a debate with Kate Galloway? [He questions, gently teasing. An understatement it might have been, but it sounds like an agreement, and one so easily given that he has to wonder just what could be distracting her so much.]

I wish I had a calendar to mark the date.

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dedikated

( The raise of her brows is accompanied by a start of laughter, something more than her usual airy huffs and snorts of amusement, followed by the same gentle push of his head she did after their first kiss. It almost sounds like you're calling her stubborn, Ignis, but we know that could never be the case. )

Can continue, if you like.

( Not that she particularly wants to, since she doesn't actually disagree with what he's saying. )

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claritatis

Could you? I wouldn't want you to feel like you had to force it to save face.

[Kate? Stubborn? Surely not. He would never accuse her of such a thing.]

If you prefer, we can call it a draw.