Regis's eyes blur, memories of the vibrant, beautiful man who's dedicated his life to Regis's own clouding his vision no less than the silent, unshed, burning tears.

He focuses on walking. Putting one foot in front of the other.

Eventually, possibly only a few steps later, he manages an even-voiced, "thank you, Ignis."

Congratulations, Ignis, that might actually sound exactly like three words that you've heard quite a few times.