[He was hoping that Noctis would back down. But alas, it seems he has underestimated his dear prince. Ignis watches with a sense of growing dread as Noctis operates the can opener, each movement making him more and more fearful at what monstrosity would lie beneath the lid.
Once it's fully open, it turns out to be even worse than what Ignis had imagined. It's a putrid muck, an abomination. It's rancid and a color that Ignis has never seen before. This is sacrilege against the very gods themselves.
No. This has gone far enough. Ignis reaches out to grab Noctis' arm with a look that's asking, pleading him to reconsider.
Please, Noct. Stop. Don't do this. He is begging you.]
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Once it's fully open, it turns out to be even worse than what Ignis had imagined. It's a putrid muck, an abomination. It's rancid and a color that Ignis has never seen before. This is sacrilege against the very gods themselves.
No. This has gone far enough. Ignis reaches out to grab Noctis' arm with a look that's asking, pleading him to reconsider.
Please, Noct. Stop. Don't do this. He is begging you.]