[Prompto Argentum isn't having a crisis, he is a crisis.]
The ceremony?
[Oh, no. His heart falls from his chest to his stomach. No, into his boot. It lies there, limp and tender and ready for the squashing, because The Ceremony means one thing.
Lady Lunafreya.]
N...no, it's been weeks since then. Um, for me.
[He curls his fingers in but doesn't move his hands from his face, peering over his knuckles at Noct with deepest, awfullest sadness.]
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The ceremony?
[Oh, no. His heart falls from his chest to his stomach. No, into his boot. It lies there, limp and tender and ready for the squashing, because The Ceremony means one thing.
Lady Lunafreya.]
N...no, it's been weeks since then. Um, for me.
[He curls his fingers in but doesn't move his hands from his face, peering over his knuckles at Noct with deepest, awfullest sadness.]
...Did Ignis tell you what happened...?