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[claritatis]

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

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[claritatis]

[That's one thing he doesn't know, either. Noctis - the elder one - and himself never got the chance to go into that. He doesn't know how it will affect him and what kind of person he will be afterwards, save that he will not stop fighting.

Ignis squeezes her hands, still troubled but more quietly so. It presses on him like a weight but one that, at least right now, he can bear.]

Are you going to be alright?

[dedikated]

( It's one of those moments, the ones that come rarely now, where she remembers just how young Ignis is, despite all behaviour pointing to the contrary. He's in his early 20s, barely (if at all) older than she was when she left The Agency, and this future has to weigh on him. He should be worrying about normal things, like paying rent or the workload at his job. Not... this.

Kate simply looks at him for a long, quiet moment, as though trying to memorise the exact colour of his eyes and the light and life that's normally there. As though doing so will prevent the decay of time or the Door's erasure of her memory, should it happen. )

Yeah. ( She'll have to be. There's nothing Kate can do about this, not by a long shot. Even if she affected the Door, somehow, how would it be better to keep him where he isn't supposed to be? ) ...Eventually.

( For now, she needs to process it. )

[claritatis]

[Ignis has never had the luxury of being able to worry about normal things. From the age of six, he was never afforded that, and the things that he has to concern himself with in Hadriel are still not as pressing as those he will have to consider when he returns to Eos.

He sits quietly under her scrutiny, his eyes never leaving hers as if he knows what she's doing. At the same time, he look at her, trying to hold her face in his memory.]

I should have told you sooner. [His fingers press lightly around hers again.] I didn't want you to have to worry about it.

[dedikated]

You should have. ( She echoes it firmly, the words almost sounding like a scolding as they roll from her tongue. ) I... want to know these things.

( Knowing that she can't do anything about it hurts, because Kate has an almost compulsive need to try and save those she cares about. To protect them. But she would rather know this. She would rather he wasn't staring down the dread of his future alone. )

[claritatis]

[He takes the admonishment elegantly, ducking his head slightly and subtly clearing his throat. It's about as chagrined as she'll ever see him look, but he doesn't let go of her hands in the meantime.]

I'll keep that in mind. [Ignis murmurs. They love each other. They should be able to talk about anything. It's not that simple, because it never is, but in the ideal world...

He looks up at her, apologetic.]

[dedikated]

( She hopes he does, as well. Doesn't even consider the fact that she should be heeding her own words as well.

For now, that guilt is a light hum instead of a screaming bird, and it's easy for Kate to distract herself by pressing a kiss to his lips, hand curled around the side of his neck as she pulls them both down onto the bed. )