This... isn't technically what you requested, but I associate you so strongly with Final Fantasy X that I couldn't think of anything else.
Gladio’s dragged a complaining Noct into morning exercises, which leaves Prompto to help Ignis pack up the tent. It feels like a good opportunity to speak to Ignis alone.
“Hey,” Prompto says, as casual as he can manage it, “I know the plan was the temple today, but can we maybe go to the Moonflow first? I really want some shots of it.”
Ignis raises his eyebrows. “We’ll be crossing the Moonflow once we have Ixion. There will be plenty of time for photography while we’re waiting for the shoopuf.”
“I mean, yeah,” Prompto says, “but the light’s really great today. We don’t know what it’ll be like tomorrow.”
Ignis rolls up the last of the sleeping bags, packs it into its carrier. “If we take Noct to the Moonflow, you know very well that he’ll insist on fishing there. We won’t get away before nightfall.”
Prompto shrugs. “I’d be fine with that. Maybe I could get some night shots. It’s not like Ixion’s going anywhere, right?”
Ignis looks at Prompto for several agonising seconds of silence.
“I understand what you’re trying to do, and I empathise,” he says, softly, “but we can’t keep delaying the pilgrimage.”
“Why not?” Prompto asks. His voice kind of cracks halfway through, and he winces, embarrassed. “Like... maybe another summoner will get there first, right?”
Ignis closes his eyes for a moment. Opens them again. “Our task is to guard and support Noct to the best of our ability. We can’t sabotage him. That’s not our decision to make.”
Prompto feels hot and humiliated and more sick in his gut with every step they take towards Zanarkand. He has to look away.
“That said,” Ignis says, after a long pause, “the light today is excellent for photography.”
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Gladio’s dragged a complaining Noct into morning exercises, which leaves Prompto to help Ignis pack up the tent. It feels like a good opportunity to speak to Ignis alone.
“Hey,” Prompto says, as casual as he can manage it, “I know the plan was the temple today, but can we maybe go to the Moonflow first? I really want some shots of it.”
Ignis raises his eyebrows. “We’ll be crossing the Moonflow once we have Ixion. There will be plenty of time for photography while we’re waiting for the shoopuf.”
“I mean, yeah,” Prompto says, “but the light’s really great today. We don’t know what it’ll be like tomorrow.”
Ignis rolls up the last of the sleeping bags, packs it into its carrier. “If we take Noct to the Moonflow, you know very well that he’ll insist on fishing there. We won’t get away before nightfall.”
Prompto shrugs. “I’d be fine with that. Maybe I could get some night shots. It’s not like Ixion’s going anywhere, right?”
Ignis looks at Prompto for several agonising seconds of silence.
“I understand what you’re trying to do, and I empathise,” he says, softly, “but we can’t keep delaying the pilgrimage.”
“Why not?” Prompto asks. His voice kind of cracks halfway through, and he winces, embarrassed. “Like... maybe another summoner will get there first, right?”
Ignis closes his eyes for a moment. Opens them again. “Our task is to guard and support Noct to the best of our ability. We can’t sabotage him. That’s not our decision to make.”
Prompto feels hot and humiliated and more sick in his gut with every step they take towards Zanarkand. He has to look away.
“That said,” Ignis says, after a long pause, “the light today is excellent for photography.”