It's too close--Zegnautus Keep is too close to him now, with the broken MTs in the blizzard and the mist and Ardyn Izunia out there somewhere, architect of it all. Prompto presses his face into Noct's shoulder, nods, and says nothing.
And because he says nothing, a soft sniffle ends up being his answer.]
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It's too close--Zegnautus Keep is too close to him now, with the broken MTs in the blizzard and the mist and Ardyn Izunia out there somewhere, architect of it all. Prompto presses his face into Noct's shoulder, nods, and says nothing.
And because he says nothing, a soft sniffle ends up being his answer.]