[Ignis turns his head into the touch, unconcerned by the chill. It's nothing compared to that cold that lives in his bones constantly now. As gentle as his gesture is, though, his voice is stern.]

Don't beg, Ardyn. It's below you. Of all people, you should know just what I will risk for those I deem worthy of it. Think of yourself what you will, but you cannot make me think the same. I'm not letting this part of you die when it hasn't had a proper chance to live.

[It's darkly amusing, Ignis can't help but think, that he wants the same thing for both the beginning and the end of the line--a thing that shouldn't be possible. The first and the last both deserve the chance to live as they want to and to find peace once they have learned the true value of it.]