Voice | UN: IGNIS

[soupreme]

[A gentle clearing of the throat, and a man speaks in a clipped, poshly accented voice. Every word perfectly enunciated.]

To all fellow unwitting tourists,

What is the singular fact about this city and/or our presumed hosts you wish someone had told you upon your arrival?

Much obliged.

Comments

[soupreme]

Two years.

Had much changed? I imagine that would be... startling to hear.

[astraphilia]

Almost everything. Turns out two years is a long, long time.

[soupreme]

It is.

I have... some concern in regards to when and where Prompto was taken from.

[astraphilia]

...What kinda concerns?

[soupreme]

You called him a 'kid'.

Was that simply a term of endearment?

[astraphilia]

Sure, halfway. He's also a lot younger'n me.

[soupreme]

And you are...?

[astraphilia]

Thirty—two. As of a week ago.

[soupreme]

Ah.

[A painfully long pause.]

Does he seem... happy?

[astraphilia]

...Most times. He missed you a lot, you and your other friends.

[soupreme]

Thank you for looking out for Prompto. I am in your debt.

I wish to see him, however... I fear the shock may be detrimental to his well-being.

private;

[astraphilia]

You're from further up the timeline than he is, huh? That's why you wanted to know his age.

[soupreme]

Yes.

I turned thirty-two this year. The same age as you.

[astraphilia]

I don't know how much older you are than him. But I do think it'd be kinder to see him and let him handle the shock than to stay away, after how much it's hurt him to be here alone.

[soupreme]

That's not all. I lost my sight, and my appearance has changed for the worse.

[Ignis doesn't know how much. He hasn't seen himself in a decade.]

The future is a difficult place to be. I don't want to take away his hope or happiness... prematurely.

[astraphilia]

It's not like I'm not sympathetic here, man. I'm in the same position, bein' from the future and knowing how things change.

[ this is a curious position for Reno to be in, because he understands exactly where Ignis is coming from, but he's also seen what the solitude does to Prompto—how he's always texting Reno in the wee hours because he's afraid of the dark and can't sleep, how he goes quiet and distant sometimes when something reminds him of his friends. ]

...Do what you gotta do, just. I dunno. I think you should tell him, for what that's worth.

[soupreme]

You're right.

I owe Prompto that much.

He stood by me when nobody else would or could.

[astraphilia]

[ honestly, it's a relief to hear that. ]

He's real sweet. The loyal type, huh? Not that I need to tell you that.

[soupreme]

Both sweet and loyal. To a potential fault.

At times, I wish we had never met, so he wouldn't have been privy to all the danger and drama of court life. But we needed him. His spirit, and his unconditional...

[Love is the word, although it pains him to say it. Ignis has never been the best at communicating his emotions, in spite of his diplomatic training-- or maybe because of.]

The heart of our party. That's Prompto in a nutshell.

[astraphilia]

[ from one guy who struggles to convey his emotions to another, Reno gets it. he hears that unspoken word loud and clear, and he nods a little, even though this is audio and even if it wasn't Ignis still wouldn't be able to see him. ]

Yeah, I get what you mean.

[ there's fondness in Reno's tone. that's why he calls Prompto "sunshine," after all. ]

I'll give you guys time to catch up, but if you need anything just shoot me a message. I'm always around.