[He has to turn away with a hand over his mouth, his other arm curled around his chest.

Lady Lunafreya.

When Prompto collects himself, when he swallows down the lump in his throat, he manages to croak out:]

Then we have to. Don't we? Can't nay-say the Oracle. That'd be... like. [His shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath in, plants the weight of it down heavy on both feet.] So disrespectful. Can't turn down a request from a princess, right?