[The touch set a faint shudder through his body--just the physical contact with a real living, warm human was enough to send a shock like the current of a Thunder spell through an undead, unliving form. Ardyn leaned into it, gloved hand resting against Ignis' jawline in silent encouragement. When they broke apart, a hesitant and tired laugh echoed quiet in the back of his throat.]

I've done everything wrong, my magnificent little flame. There's no separating the two of us now. My spite is the fuel for his vengeance, and his fury is my own. Don't forgive me. Don't fail to hold me accountable for the people I've hurt and the world I've left in ruin.

And don't let me do anything else to you. This heart couldn't take that, even if I'll not care once this is over.