Sadly, it's not here. [Otherwise he would have. Maybe it'll show up before the next festival here. Who knows.
The thoughts of doing so despite Ignis' wishes are pushed to the side. He notices a bench to his left and nods toward it. Maybe they should sit down? Because what she says of Bahamut reminds him of the Infernian, which in turn reminds him of a promise he'd made. One he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep, now.
All that destruction...] You know, you never did tell me the difference between a god and a primal.
[Something to take them slightly off the topic at hand, or so he hopes.]
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The thoughts of doing so despite Ignis' wishes are pushed to the side. He notices a bench to his left and nods toward it. Maybe they should sit down? Because what she says of Bahamut reminds him of the Infernian, which in turn reminds him of a promise he'd made. One he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep, now.
All that destruction...] You know, you never did tell me the difference between a god and a primal.
[Something to take them slightly off the topic at hand, or so he hopes.]