[The elated giddiness in Prompto's body language has vaporized completely, leaving something cold and heavy like stone--like a chunk of ice that won't melt--weighing him down by the stomach. He doesn't understand. How can something like this be? It is absurd and impossible and super weird, so how can Iggy say it to him like that, like he's just laying out facts? Like they're numbers he can just feed to Prompto and he'll spit out an answer?
He swallows and his throat is very dry. He closes his eyes. If he shuts this all out, maybe it'll stop feeling like the ground's tilting out from underneath his feet. The world can't go anywhere if it's not there in the first place, after all.
First: the darkness behind his eyelids reminds him of the Keep, of the lightless eternity of pain and discomfort and inhuman noises, of arriving to find the Crystal and Ardyn and Noct nowhere to be found. But he and Gladio, they'd been able to summon their weapons. So. ...So.]
Yeah. Noct's alive.
[Prompto grips his own wrist like an anchor, pressing the buckle of the leather band into his skin.]
We were in Gralea. The ceremony was... was weeks ago. You really don't remember...?
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He swallows and his throat is very dry. He closes his eyes. If he shuts this all out, maybe it'll stop feeling like the ground's tilting out from underneath his feet. The world can't go anywhere if it's not there in the first place, after all.
First: the darkness behind his eyelids reminds him of the Keep, of the lightless eternity of pain and discomfort and inhuman noises, of arriving to find the Crystal and Ardyn and Noct nowhere to be found. But he and Gladio, they'd been able to summon their weapons. So. ...So.]
Yeah. Noct's alive.
[Prompto grips his own wrist like an anchor, pressing the buckle of the leather band into his skin.]
We were in Gralea. The ceremony was... was weeks ago. You really don't remember...?