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[warmgaze]

[Altissia. The ring, burning into his finger, burning into his skull, and he knows the price without asking, knows before it's paid. The thing you value most, isn't that always how this works in fairytales?

Ravus. Noctis. Ardyn, and that little revelation barely enters his mind at the time, the familiar glowing signature of a warp in an unfamiliar color. The prophecy, the visions that hang in his mind, a last wish from a woman who spent her life to ensure it, Lunafreya's final message to ensure that Noctis would survive.

The last clear words he can remember clearly, You've a calling to fulfill, and then Prompto and Gladio's voices, concerned, in a blur...

And then nothing. Just the feeling of a ring's power, setting him alight from fingertips to crown -

It's still in him, that power. The ring of the Lucii binds to its wearers for life, knotting strands of light into their souls, be they kings or anyone else.

(He had expected to die. Living is harder.)

And in the depths of his unconsciousness, in the place where he knows the things that he hasn't had time to consider, Noctis and Ardyn and prophecy and all of that terrible weight -

From there, from the connection of the fire in his soul that will never go out, that can only be smothered and locked away in the dark, a voice says, what would you give to change fate?

And, of course, he answers, Anything.

----

In another world, Ignis Scientia wakes in Altissia, his face scarred, his vision burned away, and continues on.

In this one, Prompto Argentum enters the room just in time to see a flare of purple flame lick along his friend's body and leave nothing behind, not even a char mark on the wrinkled sheets.

And Ignis?

Ignis wakes, with a groan and a hand pressed to his face, in the back of a cart that trundles to a stop to pick up another passenger, a young healer with cheeks not yet sunken by pain and eyes not yet yellowed by plague. He wakes bereft, on some fundamental level, of the touch of magic that bound him to Noctis, the hum of energy that bound retainer to prince...

He wakes with the imprint of a ring on his finger, the memory of agreeing, and not the damnedest idea where he is.]

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[burninglight]

...

[It took a minute or two, hugging Izunia a little more tightly before letting go.]

[founderinglight]

[He squeezes Ardyn back, and spends just a moment closing and starting the dishwasher before following him to the living room.

There, he bypasses Ignis settled into a chair and sits on the couch. If Ardyn wants to Resume Cling, he absolutely can.]

[burninglight]

[Ardyn didn't start clinging again just yet, sitting rigidly with a clear uncertainty on what to do with his hands--adjusting the fingerless gloves he already wore, fidgeting idly, or folding his arms to grip his own sleeves.]

...I lied to you. I've been lying to everyone.

[It came spilling out almost immediately, as if Ardyn was terrified of the consequences but immeasurably grateful he didn't have to hide anymore.]

I can't...heal anyone. It's not a miracle, it's not purifying or repairing anything.

[founderinglight]

...What?

[Of all the places he expected this to go, it wasn't there, wouldn't have ever been that. And he knows that he should - listen, wait for Ardyn to get it all out, but that little surprised word escapes his lips anyway.]

[burninglight]

[Ardyn bit his lower lip hard, trying and failing to get the words out. Eloquent as he usually was...it just wouldn't happen now. How could he face knowing that the world's only hope was just a lie? What would his brother think? If it really was all true--was Ardyn putting him in danger of becoming the gods' next pawn just by confessing the truth?]

I-I...

[...]

I can't heal anything. All...all I can do is transferral. I-I never told anyone because I--they were so happy, Izunia, and I-...I thought it wouldn't matter, not if it was just me and I could save the world and stop all of this--

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[founderinglight]

[Izunia... listens, his eyes growing steadily wider as what Ardyn says sinks in. He glances at Ignis - back at Ardyn - the realization of exactly what that means sinking in.

He'd been on the cusp of guessing. So close, and yet he'd pushed the realization away, because he hadn't wanted to hurt Ardyn - ]

[founderinglight]

...You idiot.

[And then he's throwing his arms around his brother's shoulders and pulling him close, with the same kind of desperation that Ardyn had in the kitchen.]

You absolute idiot - !

[burninglight]

[Ardyn flinched and went rigid under his brother's hands, but only for a moment. Only for as long as it took him to realize that the worst case scenarios he'd built up in his head on the way here were not, in fact, happening.]

[Only for as long as it took him to break and start crying into his twin brother's shoulder.]

[founderinglight]

You absolute imbecile, you -

[He's mad, yes. You can tell that by the steady stream of insults.

But he's mad in the way that you get mad at a pet for walking into the street without looking, at a child for playing with knives. An anger borne of seeing death brush so close to someone you love.

He's not letting go.]

You damn fool. Of course it matters, if it's you.

[burninglight]

I just...wanted to help. My-...my life's not that important next to saving the rest of the world.

[founderinglight]

[And the logical part of Izunia agrees. One person's life doesn't outweigh all the people Ardyn's already healed, nevermind how many he might yet.

Where his brother is concerned, Izunia is not good at listening to the logical part.]

It is to me.

[burninglight]

I can't...do this anymore, Izunia. Even though it'll save countless people, even if it saves what's left of the world, it...I can't. Something terrible's going to happen, if I do.

[founderinglight]

[And Izunia is no fool. He freezes for a moment, and then pulls back enough to see -

Ardyn's wrist. The Scourge shows up there first, in the veins at the pulse point going black. He's spent enough time in the sick houses, with Ardyn and for his own research to try to ease his brother's burden, to know that.]

...You're not...

[burninglight]

Wh-

[Ardyn pulled back quickly, adjusting his gloves and clutching his arm to his chest with a look like an anak in headlights.]

...I...I-

[founderinglight]

...Ardyn. There is nothing I could see that would make me love you any less.

[Izunia is not the sort of fool who would claim that a daemonified relative was still themselves, wasn't a danger to others. But he is the sort of person who would refuse to isolate an infected person until the very last moment.]

Please. Let me see. I just - I need to know how much time.

[burninglight]

No. You don't-...you don't understand. I'm not contagious and I'm not...exactly sick. Yet.

[He glanced out of the corner of his eyes--still hazel--at Ignis, then looked as if he very much wanted to warp out the nearest window.]

[founderinglight]

Do you think I would turn you out if you were? You're my brother, for gods' sake, and even if you weren't, I'm not some panicky mother of three who thinks the Scourge is spread by proximity alone. I can handle it.

[He reaches towards Ardyn, but doesn't try to seize his brother's hand. Please, let him see. It's clear that at least one twin has forgotten that there's anyone else in the room.

Ignis, for his part, gives Ardyn a very small smile and a nod. It's okay. You were going to tell him everything, remember?]

[burninglight]

No, just...just listen, Izunia. [Ardyn didn't hold out his arm just yet, still clutching it to his chest.]

I'm not...going to turn. Not like you think I will. I know it sounds utterly mad, but you have to trust me.

[founderinglight]

...Then talk to me, Ardyn. Please. Tell me what has you so distressed.

[His hands are still reaching out. If anyone didn't trust, here, it was arguably Ardyn - but now is not the time to point that out, by any means.]

[burninglight]

[Hesitantly, he took off one of his gloves and pulled his sleeve back. Amidst the scattered scars was a small mark of black at his wrist--but it fluctuated as Ardyn gradually began to calm down from his restrained panic, disappearing entirely only a moment or two after Izunia took his hand.]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia takes Ardyn's hand with as much gentleness as he can... And then swears quietly as the black mark shifts and vanishes.]

I've never seen it do that before. Gods, Ardyn...

[burninglight]

I know. It's...not normal, for me. With how much I've taken, I should be dead ten times over.

But if this continues--if everything Ignis has said is true, I'm going to turn into something worse than a daemon.

[founderinglight]

[...Nope, time to hold the brother close again. Just. Holding on, that's a thing we're doing.

But at least the mention of the man's name reminds Izunia that, oh yeah, Ignis is here, and he glances at the man over Ardyn's shoulder.]

You - you've seen this before?

In a manner of speaking.

[burninglight]

This is...kind of the part where it gets unbelievable.

[But he'd cling to his brother all the same.]

The Astrals don't...mean for me to cure the plague. I'm not the real Chosen--I'm just the vessel for the true King of Light to get rid of.

[founderinglight]

You're - what?

[His grip on Ardyn tightens.]

But you're...

[Probably for the better if Ignis steps in now, but his expression makes it clear that he's not particularly looking forward to it.]

The truth is, I'm not from this time at all. I was born two thousand years in the future - a future where a man calling himself 'Ardyn Izunia' serves as the apparent incarnation of the Starscourge itself.

What? Oh - oh, gods...