That... helps a lot. Ignis doesn't have to live with the pain of the choice. The weakness. The spreading color. It made him sick.

And here he was, stuck at his little outpost, because this one didn't have his superiors at it. It was just a little hub for this part of the markets, so he and his shift team could come out of the weather or make report paperwork.

"I'm sorry, I... You might need to go to the station house to see if I can leave early."