[The misleading mildness of Ignis's statement doesn't even register. Prompto nods, severely and uncharacteristically serious.
He already lost Noct. Twice. It's not happening again.]
And Gladio.
[A thought occurs to him, and he finally looks down for a moment, frowning at his feet, before he meets Ignis's eyes again, still whole, still sharp as emerald and fire.]
If Pryna came to you... [In bits and pieces, the rigidity of his stance finally starts to leave him. Prompto lifts his hands and holds one elbow, chews on the knuckle of one finger. It tastes like chocolate.] I--I thought I saw her, too. Later. Not about this, but... but it was later, Iggy. Way after Altissia.
[Way after the Rite of Leviathan. Way after the Oracle's death. Prompto breathes in and shifts slightly on his feet.]
If Pryna came to both of us, then I think... I think the gods're gonna have to go through Lady Lunafreya, too. Somehow.
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He already lost Noct. Twice. It's not happening again.]
And Gladio.
[A thought occurs to him, and he finally looks down for a moment, frowning at his feet, before he meets Ignis's eyes again, still whole, still sharp as emerald and fire.]
If Pryna came to you... [In bits and pieces, the rigidity of his stance finally starts to leave him. Prompto lifts his hands and holds one elbow, chews on the knuckle of one finger. It tastes like chocolate.] I--I thought I saw her, too. Later. Not about this, but... but it was later, Iggy. Way after Altissia.
[Way after the Rite of Leviathan. Way after the Oracle's death. Prompto breathes in and shifts slightly on his feet.]
If Pryna came to both of us, then I think... I think the gods're gonna have to go through Lady Lunafreya, too. Somehow.