"Well, I suppose I certainly can't argue with you on that point," Ignis had to admit. "It's just that I figured..." In his defense, it wasn't as if he could see who any of you all were looking at when you were talking to them. He frowned, logistics and technicalities filtering through his head, as well as a great many other things. Because Liliana was right, of course. He did rather enjoy being a do-gooder, but there were now two saved planes to add to his belt, and he had found both experiences to be, quite frankly, perfectly miserable.

At least this one had been relatively quick, though. Did he really want to go through more of that, especially with this lot more than likely causing as many of these plane-threatening crises as they were saving them?

But then there was that unshakeable little habit of his known as duty, reminding him that the idea of knowing he could be helping and yet actively not...

Gods, why did they have to go and drag him into this? When he should just be reveling in nothing but this new pathway to eternity with Liliana at his side?

But what good was eternity, whispered a small ghost of a past that seemed eons ago, if you weren't going to do anything with it?

"I suppose," he finally ventured, "that it all depends..."

His attention shifted to the person beside him on the couch.

"What say you to all of this, Liliana?"