[He's cold. That's what Ignis notices, surprised since he had been expecting fever warmth. It's all he really has time to process, before he's pushed away, the taste of Scourge in his mouth.
(It's not the worst thing he's ever tasted, but it's up there.)
And it takes a moment to catch up with those words - ]
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(It's not the worst thing he's ever tasted, but it's up there.)
And it takes a moment to catch up with those words - ]
I didn't leave. I'm right here, aren't I?