[It's a good question, and a hard one. What possible gain could there be, to imparting that sort of knowledge onto Ignis at that particular juncture? Why would he need to know then, at that moment, after everything he'd done to fight his way to Noct's side up until that point, of the fate that was ultimately in store for his king?
What would Lunafreya have been counting on him to do, in response to a vision like that? Lunafreya, who'd spent over a decade exchanging letters with Noctis in their shared notebook, who went ahead of him to awaken the Astrals in order to assist him in his quest, who to all appearances protected him with her own life to the very end, there on that altar, until the moment when he and Ravus arrived?
There's a straightforward answer. It's one founded on duty and destiny, and on sacrifices like the one Lunafreya must have enacted on Noct's behalf, herself.]
Perhaps she wanted me to take up her calling. It may have been a plea to see to it that the Chosen King reached his destiny, for the sake of our star.
[Except that he remembers the words spoken in the vision, the same phrases over and over again, variation upon variation but always the same — obsessive, almost, like the messenger was sending it again and again to be certain that it reached its mark.
The king must die. The king must die. The king will die. He'll die, he'll die. For everyone, he'll die. He'll go forth and die. Noct is going to die.
And suddenly, it occurs to Ignis with a flash of frigid wonder that Lunafreya Nox Fleuret might well be far, far more cunning than he'd ever consciously given her credit for.]
If she'd told it to me at any other time...I suppose I might well have. Out of duty, or...out of respect for her sacrifice, perhaps.
[He glances up at Prompto, his face a mask to hide his abrupt, shaken uncertainty.]
But she sent it to me in a moment when I was already out of my head with worry for him. When against all sense of reason, I would've stopped at nothing to protect him. When I'd already done the impossible, for the sake of protecting him.
[A moment when it would've been so utterly easy to throw himself at an even greater impossible challenge, because he'd done the impossible already; what, then, was destiny but one more obstacle to surmount?]
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What would Lunafreya have been counting on him to do, in response to a vision like that? Lunafreya, who'd spent over a decade exchanging letters with Noctis in their shared notebook, who went ahead of him to awaken the Astrals in order to assist him in his quest, who to all appearances protected him with her own life to the very end, there on that altar, until the moment when he and Ravus arrived?
There's a straightforward answer. It's one founded on duty and destiny, and on sacrifices like the one Lunafreya must have enacted on Noct's behalf, herself.]
Perhaps she wanted me to take up her calling. It may have been a plea to see to it that the Chosen King reached his destiny, for the sake of our star.
[Except that he remembers the words spoken in the vision, the same phrases over and over again, variation upon variation but always the same — obsessive, almost, like the messenger was sending it again and again to be certain that it reached its mark.
The king must die. The king must die. The king will die. He'll die, he'll die. For everyone, he'll die. He'll go forth and die. Noct is going to die.
And suddenly, it occurs to Ignis with a flash of frigid wonder that Lunafreya Nox Fleuret might well be far, far more cunning than he'd ever consciously given her credit for.]
If she'd told it to me at any other time...I suppose I might well have. Out of duty, or...out of respect for her sacrifice, perhaps.
[He glances up at Prompto, his face a mask to hide his abrupt, shaken uncertainty.]
But she sent it to me in a moment when I was already out of my head with worry for him. When against all sense of reason, I would've stopped at nothing to protect him. When I'd already done the impossible, for the sake of protecting him.
[A moment when it would've been so utterly easy to throw himself at an even greater impossible challenge, because he'd done the impossible already; what, then, was destiny but one more obstacle to surmount?]