[Maybe Ignis can't see it, but Soma huddles in on himself, arms crossed in a protective self-embrace as if he's chilled. He swallows a few times, fighting for the words, fighting down a disquieting sense of nausea. He never wanted to upset his friend. Seeing Ignis this rattled and knowing he's the cause tightens his throat, not with his earlier self-hatred but with regret.]
I'm sorry....
[The words, choked and soft, betray the tears Soma refuses to shed. His friends back on his world fought for him, but not with this sort of fervor. Ignis has enough trouble in his life, he doesn't need to be worried about some emotionally unstable teenager.]
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I'm sorry....
[The words, choked and soft, betray the tears Soma refuses to shed. His friends back on his world fought for him, but not with this sort of fervor. Ignis has enough trouble in his life, he doesn't need to be worried about some emotionally unstable teenager.]
Please calm down, I hate to see you like this.