Ignis took a deep breath and turned to look at his husband. His eyes met those of Nida and he didn't flinch under that gaze as he answered.

"Yes. As long as you're safe, then I've done my job."

Being the role of the protector was who he'd been since age six. He always told himself that he would die happily as long as Noctis was protected, because that was his charge from His Majesty King Regis.

True he knew that Nida was his protector as well and they would always protect each other. But if it came right down to it, Ignis would rather his husband be alive than himself.