[For all that he's been through and all that he's seen and done, Albert still feels intense conflict about what he's done. Was it truly right? Was it avoidable? Was there another way?

The waver in Ignis' emotions outweighs the rage he feels, the rage that numbs and dulls him. Suddenly, he's worried, suddenly he's looking into those beautiful eyes with his own of dulled emerald and searching for what he's supposed to say.]

...I don't know. The one thing I know I regret for certain is William dying. I've ever wanted to die in his stead, when the time came. To atone, to be sent to the Hell I rightly deserve. I was the one who started this. I [his voice wavers] should've been the one to die.