Gladio doesn't give a rat's ass who stares at them, lowering his forehead to touch against Iggy's.
"It's not right, Ig. An' we'll find a way to stop it. Fuck them..." His eyes close briefly then shoot open, fire burning within them, and he pulls back this time to tilt his head up and let out a battle cry.
"Fuck the Astrals!" Chest heaving, he meets Iggy's eyes and continues with a harsh voice that promises pain to any who dare attempt saying otherwise. "Fuck them an' fuck their damn prophecy."
There has to be ways to alter it. To make it so Noct can bring back the dawn and survive. He won't accept that his friend's destiny is to suffer and suffer and suffer only to die in order to restore light. What kind of Shield will he be if he can't shield his own Prince - his King - from an unfair and unnecessary death?
"No. No, this won't happen. We'll make it so it doesn't. I swear to you Iggy, we won't let him die. I'll make sure of it."
Gladio's not going to let his best and oldest friend continue to feel as though he's leading Noct to the slaughter - he's going to find a way to make this change. Later. Not now. Now, he yanks Ignis back to his chest and holds him tightly as he raggedly whispers.
"It's not right. An' we'll fix it. I promise. We c'n figure it out when we're sober. We will. Figure it out. Right now I wan' us to get so wasted we can' even think about it. Y'with me?"
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"It's not right, Ig. An' we'll find a way to stop it. Fuck them..." His eyes close briefly then shoot open, fire burning within them, and he pulls back this time to tilt his head up and let out a battle cry.
"Fuck the Astrals!" Chest heaving, he meets Iggy's eyes and continues with a harsh voice that promises pain to any who dare attempt saying otherwise. "Fuck them an' fuck their damn prophecy."
There has to be ways to alter it. To make it so Noct can bring back the dawn and survive. He won't accept that his friend's destiny is to suffer and suffer and suffer only to die in order to restore light. What kind of Shield will he be if he can't shield his own Prince - his King - from an unfair and unnecessary death?
"No. No, this won't happen. We'll make it so it doesn't. I swear to you Iggy, we won't let him die. I'll make sure of it."
Gladio's not going to let his best and oldest friend continue to feel as though he's leading Noct to the slaughter - he's going to find a way to make this change. Later. Not now. Now, he yanks Ignis back to his chest and holds him tightly as he raggedly whispers.
"It's not right. An' we'll fix it. I promise. We c'n figure it out when we're sober. We will. Figure it out. Right now I wan' us to get so wasted we can' even think about it. Y'with me?"