[ Ignis first extends his empathy towards the Kings, then follows with seeking his purpose. It is a tactic Somnus recognizes immediately, and one by which he knows not to be swayed. However, the most troubling implication of all of what Ignis says is this: the future is not promised, and he is correct. It has yet to come to pass, which makes any deviation all the more risky. What damns him is the implication behind it, that Ignis would think his potential proposition better than that of the gods'.
He speaks slowly, voice deep as if push the weight of a warning upon the table between them. ]
You would risk our entire Star for one. [ Is this the critical decision making all the years serving as Council liaison instead of Noctis has led Ignis to conclude? It is presumptuous. Dangerous, even.
Regardless, it ought to be the opposite. The kings understood this. Regis understood this, too, sacrificing the Crown City to allow safe passage for his son beyond its borders. One city pales in comparison to their world, as unsavory as it is to think of all innocents who had been lost. The Kings did not sacrifice their blood for Noctis alone, but for Noctis with the belief that the all would be saved.
Compared to his silence on Noctis' fate before, something now clouds Ignis' judgement. What could it be. Somnus looks over the man with added scrutiny, as if he could discern the answer from observation alone. ]
that somnus can see right through to his intentions despite ignis' carefully chosen words is jarring -- but perhaps there is an inherent flaw in this consideration of ignis. after all, almost everything that he is and all that he has strived to excel in is borne from his devotion and love for noctis.
ignis might be a gifted child, a prodigy even amongst the elites of the citadel, steeped in cold, rational logic and ruthless practicality in all things befitting a king's chief advisor. after all, to be a king is to make decisions that can be cruel in the eyes of many. to be a king is to not be overcome by compassion, but to keep moving forward for the sake of the people. and yet, ignis' childhood promise had been made not to regis, but to the little boy who so shyly took his hand in both of his and smiled, bright as the sun. he thinks of him now, the one person whom ignis would check his deadlier instincts for -- for the sole reason that noctis is noctis, gentle-hearted despite his sullen prickly moments, a boy he has sworn to protect.
i will tear apart destiny itself if it means saving noctis.
ignis' loyalty is not to lucis, but noctis. and in this, his purpose is crystal-clear. there must be another way that they can save both noctis and their star. who are these gods, that they should demand the true king's life? if they are truly so mighty, then why can they not rid the starscourge by themselves? the gods demand worship and fealty, and yet take only as they wish.
ignis bears the weight of the king's warning, aware that there would be dire consequences should he step wrongly -- a lesser man might have quailed underneath the severe scrutiny, but ignis remains steadfast. he doesn't raise his head. surely the kings did not sacrifice their blood only for the true king to die before he has a chance to rule.
after all, what comes after the dawn? surely, somnus must know. kings are made to lead and serve their people, and not be sacrificial lambs on the altar. ]
No, Your Majesty. I merely wonder if there is another way to save our Star, and have the True King lead his people out of the dawn into a new day for Eos. As you have done, Founder King.
[ "Another way", he suggests, and spoken so casually. The gods merely exist to serve their Star, primarily, with the whole of humanity being their second charges. Following the destruction of Solheim and the war against one of their own to save humanity, all Six fell into more or less a state of stasis and slumber. This left their Star vulnerable to the Scourge that followed at the worst possible, defenseless moment. Such eternal beings, while weakened from a great war that predates even Somnus' time, then foresaw the Prophecy. They could only impart their magic to two families: that of the Oracle and House Caelum. This is how Somnus understands the plight of their world.
Ignis is human, with scant two decades of his life. His loyalty serves the Prophecy to protect Noctis, but it also blinds him more than sacrificing to the power to protect him ever would. Somnus' eyes do not darken, but instead they adopt a degree of solemnness. ] Temper your hubris. If you cannot...
[ There are two thousand years in the making to relieve their world of blight. Slow to humans, but a blink to the immortals. So close to the end, a potential deviation based upon one person's wants, now apart from his world, would wager the salvation of all. The risks are simply not in Ignis' favor. Somnus's gaze is grim, and he does not speak lightly. ]
Envision your Brothers. [ The Shield's Sister. The Mechanic. More, of course. All. ] Should you fail, are you prepared to lay them beneath the True King's feet as he turns to ash?
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He speaks slowly, voice deep as if push the weight of a warning upon the table between them. ]
You would risk our entire Star for one. [ Is this the critical decision making all the years serving as Council liaison instead of Noctis has led Ignis to conclude? It is presumptuous. Dangerous, even.
Regardless, it ought to be the opposite. The kings understood this. Regis understood this, too, sacrificing the Crown City to allow safe passage for his son beyond its borders. One city pales in comparison to their world, as unsavory as it is to think of all innocents who had been lost. The Kings did not sacrifice their blood for Noctis alone, but for Noctis with the belief that the all would be saved.
Compared to his silence on Noctis' fate before, something now clouds Ignis' judgement. What could it be. Somnus looks over the man with added scrutiny, as if he could discern the answer from observation alone. ]
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that somnus can see right through to his intentions despite ignis' carefully chosen words is jarring -- but perhaps there is an inherent flaw in this consideration of ignis. after all, almost everything that he is and all that he has strived to excel in is borne from his devotion and love for noctis.
ignis might be a gifted child, a prodigy even amongst the elites of the citadel, steeped in cold, rational logic and ruthless practicality in all things befitting a king's chief advisor. after all, to be a king is to make decisions that can be cruel in the eyes of many. to be a king is to not be overcome by compassion, but to keep moving forward for the sake of the people. and yet, ignis' childhood promise had been made not to regis, but to the little boy who so shyly took his hand in both of his and smiled, bright as the sun. he thinks of him now, the one person whom ignis would check his deadlier instincts for -- for the sole reason that noctis is noctis, gentle-hearted despite his sullen prickly moments, a boy he has sworn to protect.
i will tear apart destiny itself if it means saving noctis.
ignis' loyalty is not to lucis, but noctis. and in this, his purpose is crystal-clear. there must be another way that they can save both noctis and their star. who are these gods, that they should demand the true king's life? if they are truly so mighty, then why can they not rid the starscourge by themselves? the gods demand worship and fealty, and yet take only as they wish.
ignis bears the weight of the king's warning, aware that there would be dire consequences should he step wrongly -- a lesser man might have quailed underneath the severe scrutiny, but ignis remains steadfast. he doesn't raise his head. surely the kings did not sacrifice their blood only for the true king to die before he has a chance to rule.
after all, what comes after the dawn? surely, somnus must know. kings are made to lead and serve their people, and not be sacrificial lambs on the altar. ]
No, Your Majesty. I merely wonder if there is another way to save our Star, and have the True King lead his people out of the dawn into a new day for Eos. As you have done, Founder King.
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Ignis is human, with scant two decades of his life. His loyalty serves the Prophecy to protect Noctis, but it also blinds him more than sacrificing to the power to protect him ever would. Somnus' eyes do not darken, but instead they adopt a degree of solemnness. ] Temper your hubris. If you cannot...
[ There are two thousand years in the making to relieve their world of blight. Slow to humans, but a blink to the immortals. So close to the end, a potential deviation based upon one person's wants, now apart from his world, would wager the salvation of all. The risks are simply not in Ignis' favor. Somnus's gaze is grim, and he does not speak lightly. ]
Envision your Brothers. [ The Shield's Sister. The Mechanic. More, of course. All. ] Should you fail, are you prepared to lay them beneath the True King's feet as he turns to ash?