"He didn't think I should be alone," Liliana repeated softly. "He's...not wrong, I suppose. But I just don't..." She trailed off. "Strangers. I don't---"

*..shall rain...root of evil...annihilation...*

She leaned against Ignis, and that feeling he'd had before, of a texture that was neither scar nor tattoo but something of both. Only this time, the textures stay and they're everywhere.