"I promised Ardyn the same thing, but I'm starting to wonder if that promise is going to end up just another broken one among all those that have been made to him during the years," Ignis turns his blind gaze back toward the memorial they are constructing. It's been almost a year. Noctis has come and gone. Nyx has come and gone. Who will be next? Ardyn? Himself? What happens with their promises then?

He feels wetness at the corner of his eyes, but he doesn't dare wipe it away with how dirty his hands are.

"I don't want to stop fighting, but if it's hurting him in the process, wouldn't it be better if I did?"