[ How could they do that? Did they both need to go? Ignis probably insisted, but why the hell would they let him? How could they leave Ignis alone when he's... like this? Noctis is angry about it, and he clings to that. Anger feels so much better than everything else.
"You should go back and rest." The words sting. It's just a reminder of all the time he's wasting, of how much he's recovered and dragged it out anyway, of how much Ignis hasn't, and won't. Of how Ignis has been avoiding him. Is he trying to get rid of him? Why wouldn't he? Look what Noctis did to him.
It hurts, everything hurts. He doesn't want to talk about food. His stomach feels hollow, but he isn't hungry at all, feels sick instead. Ignis can't even cook like this... He can't even cook and he's still trying to feed him. Noctis feels like he might shake apart, is glad Ignis can't see the stricken look on his face, and then feels immediately, painfully guilty for even thinking that, that he might be glad Ignis is blind, even for a second, for a stupid reason like that. His voice is thick, unsteady, mixed with anger and grief that he can't hold back. ]
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Date: 2019-07-29 03:46 pm (UTC)[ How could they do that? Did they both need to go? Ignis probably insisted, but why the hell would they let him? How could they leave Ignis alone when he's... like this? Noctis is angry about it, and he clings to that. Anger feels so much better than everything else.
"You should go back and rest." The words sting. It's just a reminder of all the time he's wasting, of how much he's recovered and dragged it out anyway, of how much Ignis hasn't, and won't. Of how Ignis has been avoiding him. Is he trying to get rid of him? Why wouldn't he? Look what Noctis did to him.
It hurts, everything hurts. He doesn't want to talk about food. His stomach feels hollow, but he isn't hungry at all, feels sick instead. Ignis can't even cook like this... He can't even cook and he's still trying to feed him. Noctis feels like he might shake apart, is glad Ignis can't see the stricken look on his face, and then feels immediately, painfully guilty for even thinking that, that he might be glad Ignis is blind, even for a second, for a stupid reason like that. His voice is thick, unsteady, mixed with anger and grief that he can't hold back. ]
How long have you been out here?