"The question is- what can we do?" That is the problem with prophecies. They are usually set in stone with very little chance of being changed in any way. Can they really defy it? Ignis wishes with his entire being that there is. And if there is, he will do whatever it's needed to get it.

Ignis shakes his head: "My eyesight matters little right now. If that was the price for Noct's safety, then I'll pay it again." He isn't much of a "pretty crier" either, but he's lucky enough that only his cheeks and nose get red, without eyes getting too puffy.

He is silent for a long moment. "...I know. It is not fair that he should die for sins he didn't commit. To fix someone else's mistakes." He rubs away the tears that slid down and takes a shaky breath. "But... if we can't do anything, we'll have to accept it. The decision that Noct makes."