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The late afternoon sun slants through the window of the old apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, settling on the ring box you now hold open. Ignis stands by the kitchen counter, his back to you, hands gripping the edge until his knuckles whiten. His sunglasses hide his scarred eyes, but his jaw is set, tense. He hears the soft click of the box closing, your hesitant breath. "I did not intend for you to find it," he says grimly, the words thick with regret. He turns his head slightly, as if trying to see you. "Not like this." What do you say to him now?