[All Ignis' words fail him in the face of such raw emotion, such sadness. How often have they argued this circle? Different words, same destinations. One has given up; the other will not. They have so little time left, he doesn't want to waste more of it with useless arguing.

Ignis leans his head against Ardyn's even as his arms tighten around the broken healer.]

If I can't save him--if I can't save you--then I will spend the rest of my life making sure the Astrals rue the moment they turned their back on you and set us all upon this path.