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Noct had patiently and gently explained his fate, clearly rehearsed but who could blame him? It was earnest, heartfelt and Prompto cried without shame.
And then Ignis cleared his throat and very calmly countered that no, he had fixed it.
"I was willing to sacrifice myself in your stead. And despite the fact that you healed me in time, I believe the gods must be held to their bargain. I will not allow them to break it."
Noct went pale and still. Then he cracked and his tears flowed freely as he put his face into his hands. Soon they were all around him, crying, holding him, and starting to laugh.
After things had calmed, Gladio said, "'Made your peace', huh?"
"Oh, fuck off. That was the kingly thing to say."
"Yeah." Gladio laughed at him, but he sounded like he approved. "It was kingly as hell."