[The voice is chillingly familiar, one Ignis would recognize anywhere. It had been a mere matter of weeks since he'd last seen the Chancellor before his own return to Verens, but Ignis remembers all of it vividly, the scene replaying itself in the ever-present darkness night after night, often disrupting his sleep.
When his response comes, his voice is terse and ice-cold, as if even through telepathy he manages to speak through grit teeth.]
Chancellor Izunia.
[There's bite to his worse, simple as the acknowledgement itself may be.]
'Convenient' is one word for it.
[He would call the Chancellor's voice echoing in his head something else entirely, however.]
telepathy!
When his response comes, his voice is terse and ice-cold, as if even through telepathy he manages to speak through grit teeth.]
Chancellor Izunia.
[There's bite to his worse, simple as the acknowledgement itself may be.]
'Convenient' is one word for it.
[He would call the Chancellor's voice echoing in his head something else entirely, however.]