[ She looks up sharply when she hears his gasp, partially raising and arm as if she could reach out to him to support his fumble, but hesitating on not knowing if she should. But then he says that--
"You saved his life. Thank you."
--as she withdraws her arm back to herself, fingers curling inward to the crystal upon her chest.
She had never wanted to bring Noctis harm, not in whatever time he has left. Yet she did. And worse-- she could have let him die, even after repairing the Fetter within his armory...]
Ignis... [ Pyra whispers his name, quietly and carefully, as if she's difficulty believing that she could ever be thanked for something such as this. But it is perhaps this first thanks she's received this entire time-- a "thank you" instead of an "I'm sorry"-- that allows her to bridge the gap of self-blame to something she had needed, too: healing. ]
You... don't blame me? [ She whispers, as if afraid of the answer, and in disbelief that he might not at all. ] For what happened to him.
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"You saved his life. Thank you."
--as she withdraws her arm back to herself, fingers curling inward to the crystal upon her chest.
She had never wanted to bring Noctis harm, not in whatever time he has left. Yet she did. And worse-- she could have let him die, even after repairing the Fetter within his armory...]
Ignis... [ Pyra whispers his name, quietly and carefully, as if she's difficulty believing that she could ever be thanked for something such as this. But it is perhaps this first thanks she's received this entire time-- a "thank you" instead of an "I'm sorry"-- that allows her to bridge the gap of self-blame to something she had needed, too: healing. ]
You... don't blame me? [ She whispers, as if afraid of the answer, and in disbelief that he might not at all. ] For what happened to him.