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Pyra/Mythra/Pneuma ([personal profile] iustaegis) wrote 2021-01-04 06:00 am (UTC)

I took him to see his father, but he wasn't there. We ran into Ardyn. He-- he managed to stabilize him. [ The corrupted energy lifting from Noctis had partially transferred into Ardyn, but there had just been so much of it that it had ended up harming him, too. ] And then..

[ Again, she hesitates. How much does she tell Ignis, and to what extent?

Pyra lifts her gaze to watch the other man as he listens. After ever, Ignis appears to remain patient. He is one of Noctis' most trusted friends, a "brother" to him. Family, through and through, someone who cares for him, and someone for whom he cares. They've known each other for years, and they wouldn't be the people they are today without each other.

Pyra trusts Noctis, and Noctis knows many of her secrets. That she isn't human, for one, and that she will end her world, if she doesn't somehow sacrifice herself first. That she is a sought-after weapon, a divine crystal stolen to her earth, and fought over afterwards, despite the destruction she had caused. Through all this, Noctis had understood her, and he hadn't sought her power himself, when she had feared revealing any bit of her nature to another would cause them to claim her power, or worse-- rightly abandon her outright.

How would Ignis react, if he knew any of these truths? She doesn't know. But even if she is too fearful to tell all, she can at least reveal a bit more of her power. ]


And I dove into his soul, his armory, to repair the Fetter itself. It.... we made it, and repaired it. But he nearly-- [ Her voice trembles. ] died, after taking a heavy strike of the Fetter's power, diverted from me. And its corrupted energy was harming him for so long, and he was expending so much of his power, that he's... bedridden.

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