[It happened in the period of taking a breath, and letting it out. Ignis isn't even sure what he was doing before. Was he sleeping? Reading? Though lately he also enjoyed to just sit in the Citadel's garden and enjoy the feel of the sunlight on his face. It was turning into spring again...

Either way, Ignis is sure he definitely wasn't anywhere near a train station. Especially not a strange looking as this one. For some reason, he'd gotten a bit of wary of trains and train stations. Though as he looks around he realizes many other things.

His vision. It's back. He can see things, yet it doesn't feel like he is truly seeing them. It's more like, they are there for him to experience and not to see. In a moment, everything becomes clear.

This is the end, the beginning of the end. He's finally...

Ignis can't help to let out a bit of a relieved breath. They had lost Prompto early on, due to his body not being able to go on for much longer because of his nature. Gladio went just a few years ago and it hit Ignis a bit more than he thought it would. The last few years were... cruel. In the softest, loneliest way possible. It made Ignis wish sometimes that he died somewhere in battle, so he doesn't have to go through all this.

He looks down at his hands, noting how they look so young. They look the same way when he set out on another journey to escort a prince to his wedding. It makes Ignis avert his gaze, up at the blank departure board, hoping something will appear there, and that the train will have a destination before he would board it.

As he turns his head however, he spots someone not far from him. The sight is just so shocking at Ignis barely wants to believe his eyes.]
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what excellent pain, thank you for this


[ They never really had great luck with trains, did they? Never really the kind of comfort the Regalia gave them, that's for sure. But there's a car waiting for them at their destination. Just one more train ride until they're all home again at last.

Noctis doesn't really need to be here at the station. Actually, he'd had to pull some strings to get here the first time, to meet Prompto for the ride. Since then, it's become a tradition, pretty much. Bahamut didn't even argue, just waived him off.

Seeing Ignis on the platform now, looking surprise and unsettled... It should be a sad thing. And it is sad, sad enough to make the back of Noctis' throat sting. But he smiles because it always felt to him like Ignis was happiest in Insomnia, before the fall, before everything, when they were kids. He was stuffy even then, but they all had less to worry about. These last few years, it'd been hard to watch as Ignis went on alone.

So even though it's over, they're together now, the way things were when they were young. That's reason enough to smile. ]


Took you long enough, old man.

[ Noctis' voice raised over the quiet din of the busy station is rough with emotion, but loud and steady. It should be weird to sound young, but for Noctis at least, it isn't. It felt weird being thirty for a while. Time is pretty much meaningless to him and has been for a long time. He looks and sounds exactly the way he feels he should. It's Ignis who looks weird like this, young like how he used to be. He'd almost gotten attached to the soft, wrinkled skin and white hair. Seeing Ignis in his prime again after all this time is strange. But he imagines Ignis probably feels the same. ]

Glad you didn't rush on my account, or I never would've forgiven you.
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hjgdd i walked right into that one


[ Sad, yeah. And only Ignis could act so put together when he's got to be terrified. There's nothing scarier than death, is there? Well, there is, but... All that stuff is long behind them. Noctis' smile warms. It wasn't really fair of him to ask so much of his friends. It was a lot for him, leaving them behind. But he had the gods, and his family, and the light all supporting him, guiding him. He never needed a train; he skipped right to the destination. But that's why he's here, for Ignis, like he was for all of them. It's the least he could do after putting them through so much. A whole lifetime, in Ignis' case.

Noctis closes the distance between them, a slow swagger because there's even less of a rush now than there was back then on Eos. He drops a hand on Ignis' shoulder and squeezes, grounding, way more real than anything ahead of them, even if the opposite's really true. ]


I told you you'd always be with me, didn't I? It's not like I really went anywhere.

[ His hand slides from Ignis' shoulder to rest over his heart and his smile brightens again. The words, even vague as they are, aren't wholly true. Yeah, he was in Ignis' heart and vice versa, but he couldn't actively watch over the guys all the time. Even with all the power he's gained... it still feels like being asleep most of the time. He's focused now because Ignis needs him to be. But it'll be back to sleeping before long. And he won't be the only one. Once they get on that train, it'll be a good long nap for him and all of them. The gods too, probably. It's been a hell of a century. Of to the side, the destination board flips from blank lights to clear letters, though they're all gibberish, like in a dream. ]

You can rest now, Ignis. I'm not the only one who missed you all this time, and I know there are a lot of other faces you want to see.
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smh


[ An apology bubbles up in his own chest at the reminder of how much Ignis has suffered, but Noctis shakes his head, dismissive. He used to be mad about it, get frustrated easily. But all that's behind them. Those days are behind Ignis now, too. It'll take some time to let go of it all; it always does. But he won't have those trying days any more. No more death, no more fighting. Just rest. Maybe Noctis can appreciate that more than most, the appeal of a good long nap, but that's why he's here for Ignis, after all. However much convincing it takes, if any, he'll be here.

He huffs an amused breath at the question. It's not like he can blame Ignis. He's got a history of leaving Ignis high and dry for years, after all. And then again for even longer after that. But he just said he never went anywhere, didn't he? He tugs Ignis' hands open just to duck under them and pull Ignis by his slim waist into a hug. It's really been an age, and as much as Noctis doesn't put much stock in the tactile side of things, he really did miss this, with Ignis. The simple comfort of just being close to him, of skipping words in favor of easier actions. But words are necessary too, so he admonishes against his shoulder. ]


Yeah, I will be. Like you could get rid of me.

[ He pulls back, not away, but just so his hands rest at Ignis' elbows and his face is turned away enough to look in the direction of the train and bring attention to it. They're here for a reason, after all. Not just to stand around on a train platform for all eternity. ]

It's not much of a road trip, but we've got all the time we need. The destination is...

[ Noctis pauses and his eyes narrow as he tries to classify it. He's not great with words. Ignis will be able to explain it way better than he ever could, not that he'll probably have any reason to. Practically everyone's already waiting for him. So Noctis is left to try his best. ]

It's not like this. It's better, but it's... different. So when you're ready to go, we will. And when you're ready to be there, we will be.

[ "Reflection." That's what Bahamut called it. Not like Noctis can describe it differently, but reflection never felt like the best word to him, either. Absolution, maybe? Anyway, it feels different with Ignis. It's not like this is for him; he resolved himself a long time ago. But it still feels like there was a lot left to say that never got said, between him and Ignis especially. And it's not like anyone on Eos is waiting for them this time, or here, either, where time is kind of indescribably different, too. ]
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[ In a way, Noctis wishes he could just hold Ignis forever, to lean into the warm constant that Ignis has always been in his life and never let go. In a way, he always will. Everything that can end already has, after all. There's no going backwards anymore, and Noctis doesn't want to. The way forward is bright and brighter; it has been for him for a while, and now with Ignis here, it's like his work is really completed.

Well, almost. One more train ride. He'd be surprised by the quick decision if it were anyone else. But Ignis more than anybody has always trusted him. It's a weight that used to feel crushing, and responsibility that was almost too heavy to bear. Now Noctis just feels proud to be relied on. He's stronger than he was; he can carry a weight like that easily. With an eager smile, he nods. ]


Let's go.

[ It's not really necessary for Noctis to tug Ignis along by the hand, the same way he has a dozen times over, even more often then younger they were. It's not necessary for him to lead the way at all; Ignis would find him on his own, all of them, Noctis is sure. He made it this far. But even after everything, his friends mean more than Providence itself, and he wouldn't be anywhere else right now than by Ignis' side, either.

The train's an overlay of too many they've been on, the trademarks of Gralea all smudged away to something indistinct and indecipherable. It still feels too familiar to bad times. There was never really a good train ride they were on. Noctis keeps tugging Ignis along with quick, determined steps as the train starts moving, and the landscape outside the window passing by isn't any one place in Lucis, but it's Lucis. All heat and sunlight, open fields and dense forests, not snow and daemons. The warmth of the sunlight itself is more comfortable and more familiar, and Noctis closes his eyes and breathes it in, finally letting go of Ignis' hand as he settles onto a stool of an empty dining car. ]


It's been a long time, huh?

[ He reminisces, not thinking about the train so much as the snapshots of Ignis' life he can remember post-ruin. Ten years and sixty almost felt the same to him, but Ignis... It was like he was a different person every time he saw him. And now here he is at least, that different Ignis, and his company still somehow feels the same. ]
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[ Noctis' thoughts are somewhere else, of course. On Ignis. It wasn't like he left Ignis and the guys an easy job. In some ways, building everything back up from ruin was harder than breaking it all down and wiping the slate clean. But they did it. Lucis is thriving. Niflheim's being rebuilt into its own democratic state, and the star's well on its way to not needing kings or gods. Maybe Noctis set the stage, but none of that would've happened without Ignis' guiding hand. Noctis is proud of him. Even if he sacrificed so much, even after Noctis was gone, to get it.

He's not expecting the question to be about himself, and he turns slightly more towards Ignis, his expression a mix of concern and warmth. Worried about him all this time. It feels like a failure in a way, that he couldn't convince Ignis fully before he died, but then, how could he? He could say he'd found peace all he wanted with tears in his eyes, but he'd be stupid to expect Ignis to believe him. He nods now, no more tears, voice steady. ]


Things didn't go the way I'd planned. But it's the way things had to be. We left the world better than we came into it. There's peace now, and light, thanks to everyone who sacrificed everything to make it happen.

[ He lifts his head. ]

Thanks to you, Ignis. And with you here now, it really feels like our work is done. A long break is just what we need. What's not to be happy about?
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[ Leaving like he had to, that's all Noctis really hoped for. The guys spent so much time worrying about him, and not just them, either... That being gone would let them find some greater, nobler purpose than just glorified babysitting of an errant king.

And it did. For a while, they pulled together and worked to make the world better, just like they said they would. It was everything Noctis wanted. Except that it wasn't everything. It's not that he expected them to replace him after he was gone, he'd just hoped... There was just that sadness that was always with them, that he put there. Maybe if Ignis had gotten married, had kids, the times when he was alone wouldn't have seemed so... quiet. But it's not like he would want to force Ignis into a family he didn't want, and if he'd wanted it, he would've had one.

It means a lot, now, to hear that Ignis is happy. That at the end of everything, even with all he'd been through, he can look back and still agree with Noctis, that it was worth it, that the world is better than it was. His grin widens and he huffs a laugh at the idea of "doing this again." ]


No thanks. I'm all trained out after this one.

[ The sentiment, though... That's another story. His smile warms again, looking at Ignis looking at him, no scars, no wrinkles, smiling like he hasn't seen in a long time. ]

But something like it, yeah. You owe me a couple decades worth of pastries, for one. Don't think I won't hold you to that.
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[ The pull of the destination is more than familiar to Noctis. He spent way more of his life asleep than awake, not to mention the kind of sideways feeling that comes with warping. It's warm and heavy like a blanket, and he leans into it, dropping his arms between his thighs and letting his weight shift until their shoulders are pressed together and his head knocks against Ignis' shoulder. He's not in any rush to go back to sleep, himself. He's got to see that Ignis gets to where he's supposed to first. So his eyes stay open, even as he relaxes against the comfort of Ignis' steadfast presence. ]

Take all the time you need. You earned it.

[ That's an understatement, in Noctis' opinion. Ignis always worked way too hard. He deserves to rest more than any of them. As the light shifts, Noctis watches through the windows as the blur of scenery passing by starts to slow down. He knows where they're headed, and so the night sky and ocean of lights looks familiar to him, but it's impossible to say if Ignis sees the same. It doesn't really matter, anyway. If there's one thing Noctis is sure of, they won't be separated again for long. He did enough of that already; there's nothing that could keep him from being at Ignis' side after this. Not for long enough to count, anyway. ]

I'll be there when you wake up.

[ He promises, confident in the words even though he's never really used them with Ignis before. It might've been nice if he could've acted like a king a little bit longer while they were on Eos, but better late than never. He still hasn't said everything he wants to say, but there's no rush like there was at that last campfire. He's got forever to put the right words together. No more goodbyes. ]
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