[He's alarmed, of course, when the cocoa splashes, and the strange syncopated-time phenomenon that Prompto perceives is one that Ignis experiences, too — that one second he's seated, and the next he's standing, and it's as though there was no transition between them, just two discrete states.
He can't help but wonder if this is what he'd looked like, or will look like, when Chancellor Ardyn Izunia challenges him for Noct's life. Is this what the bastard will see when he makes his move, a steely resistance like this? Prompto's hands are gunner's hands, and it's telling when he's upset but they're not trembling, because if they're not shaking it means he's ready to draw his gun and defend to his dying breath, and woe betide whatever seeks to go through him to get to whatever he's defending.]
I know.
[He wonders if Prompto understands just how deep his own vehemence runs, just how profoundly he concurs.]
But you know as well as I do what Noct will choose if — [When.] — it's asked of him.
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Date: 2018-07-06 01:38 am (UTC)He can't help but wonder if this is what he'd looked like, or will look like, when Chancellor Ardyn Izunia challenges him for Noct's life. Is this what the bastard will see when he makes his move, a steely resistance like this? Prompto's hands are gunner's hands, and it's telling when he's upset but they're not trembling, because if they're not shaking it means he's ready to draw his gun and defend to his dying breath, and woe betide whatever seeks to go through him to get to whatever he's defending.]
I know.
[He wonders if Prompto understands just how deep his own vehemence runs, just how profoundly he concurs.]
But you know as well as I do what Noct will choose if — [When.] — it's asked of him.