Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

And wouldn't you know, Ignis Scientia, the man always so precise and particular in his words, had not even been aware that he had said it. It had merely slipped out of him, slipping over the sound of a different, but somewhat adjacent word, natural and effortless in its simple (almost heartbreaking, really) truth.

Even if he had realized it, it wasn't as if he could even begin to deny the appropriateness of its application.

But there would be no careless slips of the tongue now, as Ignis considered Liliana's question with great care in how to answer. Not so much to tailor it, as he sometimes did, to what might sound the most appealing in her ear, but rather to root around for that exact, precise honesty that, a moment ago, had been so effortless that it slipped right by his usual calculations and determinations.

"Mostly?" he said, finally, and his hands squeezed her again. "I wished I actually could witness you, in all your glory and power, rather than merely deducing as much based on the chaos of my surroundings at the time."