[Ignis is hit with a very powerful memory, the day that he and Noctis were introduced, the king putting his son's heart and soul and life in Ignis' hands. What had been a childish infatuation had blossomed into something so much more enduring and complicated. It's why he got so ratty whenever Noct or Prompto called him 'mom.']

Well. That's almost a perfect mirror image of what I wanted to say to you. I kept wishing that I didn't have these duties, these responsibilities. I kept wishing we'd met....later. If that makes any sense. Then this might be easier. I never meant to lie to you either, and I'm sorry.