[So... everything was written in stone, as they say. Ignis can't help the growing bitterness towards the Six, towards the Kings of Old, towards everything that demands a sacrifice of life. And the fact that his hands are completely tied in that regard is only making him even more frustrated.

The refill of Ignis' drink is gone in almost an instant and the advisor has to hold himself back from just slamming the glass against the counter.]

Why... why can't the Six take me instead? I mean nothing. [He chuckle is void of happiness.] ...maybe that's why.

[Ignis is silent for a long moment, watching the Bartender refill his drink again. He doesn't feel drunk. He feels angry.]

Before... [he starts slowly,] before I met you at the altar, one of the messenger dogs, Pryna, fell before me. She shoved me the vision of things to come. [He wasn't looking at Ravus, until that moment when he turns his head to look at him.]

Why did she show that to me?