[The air around them has changed. It's palpable, and there's a narrowing to Ignis' eyes like he might be able to see it. But it's not around them, is it? No, he can see something in Nyx's eyes. Was this a mistake or a step in the right direction? Depends on who you ask. Nyx licks his lips, and Ignis...finally looks away and takes the dagger with him. He doesn't clear his throat as if to clear the air, but it's a near thing. He's not nervous or worried or overwhelmed. He's not feeling the spark of something incredibly inappropriate. Of course not.]

I like to think that I've never lacked for courage. I simply don't- [And here he pulls the blade back, lets it go in a deadly spin. He does not zip after it in blue light, but allows it to strike home, sticking out of a wooden beam, handle vibrating from the force.] -fling myself heedlessly into the uncaring void of battle.