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[nascere]

Hey. Hey --

[ They're veering into dangerous territory, territory that Noctis had always tried to shy away from, the very real shadow of his future, the fact that he would be asked to give his life, and maybe that would be the prelude to... whatever it is.

He doesn't know, aside from what he's been told, and he's been struggling with it. He remembers Prompto in his heartscape, how he'd said that he had to accept all of him too, even the one that would fight to keep him safe.

He swallows hard, and feels guilty that maybe it's a good thing Prompto isn't looking at him -- the last thing Noctis wants to do is make this even more difficult than it already is. ]

I went... in the crystal, right?

[photoshooter]

Uh-huh.

[Now his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.]

He made you. He separated us on purpose. Told you you needed the Crystal to save us. There were a lot of daemons, man, they were, like... endless.

[nascere]

[ Endless daemons. Needing the crystal to save them -- in light of that the choice is clear, right? He says nothing for a long moment, only drapes his arm around him. Ardyn's logic baffles, but Prompto is miserable and here and he can't help but pull him into a half-hug. ]

Okay.

[ So that will be what he's walking towards, then, and he gives his shoulder a squeeze. The notion of endless daemons makes him sick to his stomach; when the moment comes, he has to be ready -- and right now he feels anything but. ]

Did he... hurt you after that? Any of you?

[photoshooter]

No. He didn't even fight back when Gladio and I attacked him. Just put his hat back on and... sauntered away.

[Didn't even have the decency to walk like a normal goddamned asshole.]

The daemons only fought us long enough we couldn't reach you in time. After that, they just. Didn't care.

[nascere]

[ So he... controls the daemons? Noctis is baffled, but takes it anyway -- and it seems the crystal is everything, isn't it? Walked away after creating that mess, using Prompto as bait. ]

Why would he do that?

[photoshooter]

[Prompto forces a breath out through his nose, looks up, and makes the universal wordless "IUNNO???" noise.]

For shits and giggles, dude? It wasn't for the Empire, I can tell you that! The Emperor was dead, whole towns turned into daemons because of their experiments, I dee even kay.