(The thing is... Noctis does know him better. Ignis' reprimands are few, but they're all the more poignant for how rare they really are. Now, Noctis feels the weight of his words sitting heavy on his shoulders.)
I... know.
(Damn it, this isn't how it was supposed to be when one of his friends came back.)
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I... know.
(Damn it, this isn't how it was supposed to be when one of his friends came back.)
I'm pissed he's gone.
(I'm hurting.)