"I would rather see with my own eyes than imagine whatever it is." Ignis countered swiftly, shaking his head. "And no I'm not okay with it, but what is the alternative? Do you plan on forcing her to give up a source of comfort? What if you take it away? Then what?" And that's where he stopped, realizing he was going to say words he couldn't take back with logic was way too sharp for this or any conversation.

So he lowered his head and spoke more conversationally. He had made a vow he wouldn't argue with Tony anymore after all. "She's too young to see her friends die too, but she's already seen that. So what about how she feels and seeing it from her point of view? And tell me what would you do regardless of your age in her shoes? What if it was you? Would you be content to just stand back helplessly and wring your hands, hoping they'll come back to life? Or would you want to go after those bastards whatever it took and make them pay for what they've done?"