Jealousy... It was a horrid thing. It could consume. And really, if Nida knew more of Noctis and Ignis's devotion to him, his own jealousy would have flared badly. For now, though, now he could look into Ignis's eyes and he didn't know what to do.

"How do you tell someone something like this, Ignis? That before you met him, he didn't want to live? That I don't go drinking because when I drink I think about it all and it's hard to believe in anything at all? What... if you didn't love me anymore?"