[No, he doesn't know, because he refuses to know it, except that of course he knows it, he knows it as well as--better--than he knows himself, because everything Prompto is, just like everything Ignis is, is based on Noct. Is based on the existence of Noctis Lucis Caelum, a prince who can be lonely in a hall full of people, a boy whose smile eludes the flash of camera like shadow. Prompto shakes his head and then shakes it again, harder, because yes, he knows what Noctis will do, and it can't, cannot, get to that point.]
We have to help him. Iggy, we have to. There's gotta be something we can do.
That's heresy, you realize. Open defiance of the will of the Astrals.
[And yet his voice is far too even to make that sound like a condemnation; it's far too calm to even come close to resembling a challenge. It's a mere statement of fact, the same way that this cannot happen is a statement of fact.]
And if Bahamut himself were to come for Noct, he would have to get through me to take him.
[YET ANOTHER SENTENCE THAT SHOULD NOT BE DELIVERED AS CALMLY AS IT IS.]
[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.
[Now that gets him to sit up and come to attention, and it's probably a good thing that he does, because it also snaps him back into cognizance that Prompto has hot chocolate all over his hands, and he's briskly reaching into his pocket after a handkerchief to help wipe some of it away as he processes what Prompto is saying.
He'd watched Pryna die, and yet Prompto saw her again well after Altissia. He and Ravus had found Lunafreya dead, and yet the Oracle's work was incomplete, and would continue.
So, then, what hand in this could Lunafreya have? The Oracle's work is to banish the darkness, which would mean that hindering the completion of the Chosen King's fate would be counterproductive to that...
...But Ignis of all people knows better than anyone that people are more than just the duties that they're called to carry out, and if he's sitting here contemplating how to change the course of history as they all know it — then perhaps he's not the only one to have had that idea to begin with.]
You think she meant for us to see those visions — I'm assuming she showed you a vision of some variety, too. You think that was Lunafreya's doing?
[Prompto mumbles huh? oh. to himself when he sees the handkerchief. Because he's distracted, he licks a couple more of his fingers before he takes it and wipes them properly, taking it with him when he starts pacing.
He doesn't get very far before he stops, looking at the ground, trying to remember the moment exactly.]
...I thought it was a dream, maybe. I didn't think... I mean, there's no reason for me to get mystical messages from above. And Pryna didn't tell me anything about the future. Kinda... kind of the opposite.
[He returns to walking in place, slower this time, eyes on stone but his memory back in the frozen outerlands, following faint barking through the trees.]
It was--when I was separated from you guys. [His chin drops a little.] I was having a hard time on my own, and she. She helped me. She reminded me of what was most important to me, and why... you know.
[He looks up at Ignis through the screen of his hair, almost sheepish but resolute, too.]
Why I had to get back to you all. [Nodding, shaking his head, Prompto pulls the handkerchief absently around and through his fingers.] So if that was Lady Lunafreya, then I guess what she wanted was... was for me to get back to where I belonged. By you guys' side. By Noct's side.
[He thinks about it a moment longer, then pipes up to ask:]
What do you think she thought you would do when she told you Noct's future?
[It's a good question, and a hard one. What possible gain could there be, to imparting that sort of knowledge onto Ignis at that particular juncture? Why would he need to know then, at that moment, after everything he'd done to fight his way to Noct's side up until that point, of the fate that was ultimately in store for his king?
What would Lunafreya have been counting on him to do, in response to a vision like that? Lunafreya, who'd spent over a decade exchanging letters with Noctis in their shared notebook, who went ahead of him to awaken the Astrals in order to assist him in his quest, who to all appearances protected him with her own life to the very end, there on that altar, until the moment when he and Ravus arrived?
There's a straightforward answer. It's one founded on duty and destiny, and on sacrifices like the one Lunafreya must have enacted on Noct's behalf, herself.]
Perhaps she wanted me to take up her calling. It may have been a plea to see to it that the Chosen King reached his destiny, for the sake of our star.
[Except that he remembers the words spoken in the vision, the same phrases over and over again, variation upon variation but always the same — obsessive, almost, like the messenger was sending it again and again to be certain that it reached its mark.
The king must die. The king must die. The king will die. He'll die, he'll die. For everyone, he'll die. He'll go forth and die. Noct is going to die.
And suddenly, it occurs to Ignis with a flash of frigid wonder that Lunafreya Nox Fleuret might well be far, far more cunning than he'd ever consciously given her credit for.]
If she'd told it to me at any other time...I suppose I might well have. Out of duty, or...out of respect for her sacrifice, perhaps.
[He glances up at Prompto, his face a mask to hide his abrupt, shaken uncertainty.]
But she sent it to me in a moment when I was already out of my head with worry for him. When against all sense of reason, I would've stopped at nothing to protect him. When I'd already done the impossible, for the sake of protecting him.
[A moment when it would've been so utterly easy to throw himself at an even greater impossible challenge, because he'd done the impossible already; what, then, was destiny but one more obstacle to surmount?]
[Prompto's eyes round when Ignis looks to him for an answer. He almost steps back, it's so different and weird.
But over his twenty years living, Prompto's gotten familiar with all sorts of different fears and discomforts. This one? This one's scary because it leads to hope. Answering's not a step into the dark, it's a step towards the crack of light under the door, the flashlight coming closer, calling his name in a voice like home.
He takes a breath and steps forward instead.]
You know, I never met Lady Lunafreya. I don't know much about her, not for real.
[He was supposed to meet her at the wedding. He wanted to. It was his secret, a good one, the only good one he had, white and soft and glowing in his chest. He wanted to meet Lady Lunafreya and give her all the photos of their journey, show her the gift she gave him all those years ago. Friendship. Noct.
'All I ask is that you continue to support Noctis, and that you remain ever at his side.'
Prompto still remembers the faint scent of blossoms on old paper. He remembered it even in the cold, in that place where nothing so delicate could survive. And did. Through him. He looks down at his hands, holding tightly to Ignis's handkerchief.
He tied a handkerchief like this around Pryna's leg, back then.]
But I... I always... had a feeling. I had this idea, that what she really wanted was for Noct to be happy. To... be surrounded by friends. Real friends. Regardless of the king stuff.
[He's never exposed this, never told anyone about Pryna, about the letter, about the girl who addressed him so politely, like an adult, like someone who mattered. It's at the core of who he is. All he was ever asked to do was be a good friend. Not Shield, not Hand. Just there. Just Prompto. Because to him, even though Noctis is everything, the bounds of the world he cares to know, he's also just Noct.
Lady Lunafreya gave him that. And she gave it back to him when he thought everything, his world, was lost.]
...I wasn't permitted to go to Tenebrae, when the king took Noct to Fenestala Manor and he first met her. I was ten years old and I had to stay home; they told me "do everything just as you would otherwise, as though Noct were still here", and at the time I thought that was meant as a comfort to me, but later I realized it was likely to disguise the fact that they'd left at all.
[Even now, he remembers how he'd hated being separated from Noct, thinking he was in trouble, having no way to help him. "Carry on as though he were still here"; if Noct dies to return the dawn, it's going to feel like that every day for the rest of his life.]
I can't imagine anyone who knows Noct even the slightest bit not wanting him to be happy.
[He falls quiet a minute, turning away just enough to stare out over the cobblestone street without really seeing it at all.]
There was no one to save her from her own destiny. Perhaps that's why she hopes Noct might yet be spared from his.
[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?
...No. That isn't fair. And Noct'll do what he thinks he has to, anyway.
[He manages to loosen himself up enough to hold his arm instead of his chest, staring at the ground and then staring at the backs of his closed eyelids.]
We didn't even... when I'm from, we weren't even thinking about going back to Lucis yet. And if the Crystal gets him, then--then I think it's over. Because we can't touch the Crystal, there's nothing we can do to protect him once that happens.
[Leave me behind in Gralea. Don't take the bait, I'm not worth it. Prompto gulps, rocking slightly on his feet, and shakes his head.]
We gotta do something before that. We gotta... we gotta figure out some other way to fix everything, one that won't--won't take him.
...What exactly does the Crystal do to him? You've said that before, that it "gets" him, but I'm not...
[He lets the thought trail off, letting it go free for a moment as something else occurs to him — the faintest hint of some of those thoughts warring in Prompto's mind, the implication of that soft gulp. And maybe, on some level, it's because in this he and Prompto are two of a kind, looking to the sacrifices they can make themselves as their go-to solutions, and tolerating ones that involve others only afterward.]
It sounds as though, from the events you remember, I chose not to take the chancellor's offer to go with him. I suppose that might be a way of effecting some sort of change...
[The last no shudders as he does, tightening his arms again and shrinking down into his boots. The thought of Ignis strung up on that cross--Prompto squeezes his eyes tightly shut and sucks in a sharp breath, shakes his head jerkily.]
No.
[He can't let that happen to Ignis. That can't happen to Ignis, that utter, unfathomable powerlessness. He was nobody; once Ardyn had his fun with him at the facility, he lost interest, he only needed him to bait the trap. He could do so much worse to Ignis or Gladio. He could hurt Ignis so much more than he already did.
Prompto shivers and tries to think his way free of those dark bars.]
Wh...what if Noct's been right all along? What if we c-can help him save Lady Lunafreya? That'd change everything, right?
[Would it? It's a question he's contemplated in passing, but with an eye toward the emotional benefits it would produce for Noct, not on the greater ramifications it might have as a whole. So, then. What if Lunafreya weren't to perish at the altar, where he and Ravus found her?
Her allegiance was to Noctis. Could her influence have turned Ravus to join them, properly?
If he saves her, perhaps he'll be awake by the time he and Ravus reach the altar. If Ravus doesn't attack, they can flee the altar sooner — perhaps before Ardyn and his MTs can even arrive. And if they can manage to regroup with Prompto and Gladio, then Ardyn would have no one to deceive them with.
If Ardyn never catches up to them, he'll have no opportunity to blind him.
And Prompto said he had gotten knocked off the train on the way to Tenebrae —]
...Why were we going to Tenebrae, Prompto? When we were on the train, as you said. Do you recall our purpose?
[It takes Prompto a second to pull free of Zegnautus Keep and reorient himself once more. Not that it helps much. Every question on this line leads back to Gralea.
No, he's fine.]
The train goes through there. To get to Gralea. We had to get the Crystal back, and that's where they were keeping it. Noct was supposed to use its magic to make things better...
[He closes eyes and shakes his head more sharply, like he has to physically jostle his memory back further. The twilight before darkest midnight.]
Gladio didn't want to stop in Tenebrae at all. But I think Noct wanted to say good-bye to her. To Lady Lunafreya.
So that would change things, as well. With Lunafreya still alive, there'd be no need for the travel to Tenebrae. Which might mean no opportunity for the chancellor to step in and deceive Noct on the train.
[He lets out a slow breath.]
So. Perhaps it could change everything. There's still the chance that Noct can change what's to happen — and yet I worry about telling him as much.
[Prompto watches Ignis, his own attention fixed, his frown lightening not at all.]
Wouldn't we be helping him?
[Even if both of them are already past the point where they could save Lunafreya. Even if they can't go back with Noct...]
Wouldn't it help if we could all just... talk about it? Together? Like when we were busting bases, or. Any of that?
[He looks down, like the words to express what he means properly will be there at his feet. They're not. He's never had the vocabulary for this, and he came to the concept late. So late. But never too late.]
...In a matter like this, Prompto, it's your intuition I'd trust, not mine.
[The repetition, the insistence get him to glance up, and it's apparent from the expression on his face that for once, he's not the one with the answers.]
Will it help? Do you think he'd allow us to be a part of it? Or would he insist on doing it alone, to try to protect us in some capacity?
[If Ignis doesn't have answers, the question he asks still sounds like it has one. Like it's rhetorical. They've all known him for years; the last time Prompto heard his voice before coming here, he'd run ahead just to protect them.]
...I think he'd try.
[If he doesn't acknowledge that, then he's being willfully blind, and he can't do that in front of Ignis, not anymore.]
But we swore an oath. And I think... I think... I think, really, it's what he wants, too. He doesn't want to do it all alone. And I think... I think he needs us.
[I'm going to make the world a better place.
You with me?]
And if he takes our help, that's what'll make him a real king. If he accepts what he needs, not... not just what he needs to do. Or else he's just running away. Like I did, after we were separated.
...He feels responsible. For Insomnia, for what awaits him in Altissia. For you. For me.
[He's quiet a minute, and then his voice goes lower; what's coming isn't something that he finds easy to say, but sometimes being a good advisor means saying the things that aren't easy, and that no one else wants to.]
The Marshal, however righteous his intentions, did a number on him in that respect, I think.
[It's not the sort of thing one unhears, after all. It doesn't just go away. Perhaps it never will.]
...I hate the thought of him having to go somewhere I can't follow, you know.
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Date: 2018-07-06 01:47 am (UTC)[No, he doesn't know, because he refuses to know it, except that of course he knows it, he knows it as well as--better--than he knows himself, because everything Prompto is, just like everything Ignis is, is based on Noct. Is based on the existence of Noctis Lucis Caelum, a prince who can be lonely in a hall full of people, a boy whose smile eludes the flash of camera like shadow. Prompto shakes his head and then shakes it again, harder, because yes, he knows what Noctis will do, and it can't, cannot, get to that point.]
We have to help him. Iggy, we have to. There's gotta be something we can do.
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Date: 2018-07-06 01:54 am (UTC)[And yet his voice is far too even to make that sound like a condemnation; it's far too calm to even come close to resembling a challenge. It's a mere statement of fact, the same way that this cannot happen is a statement of fact.]
And if Bahamut himself were to come for Noct, he would have to get through me to take him.
[YET ANOTHER SENTENCE THAT SHOULD NOT BE DELIVERED AS CALMLY AS IT IS.]
...And you too, I think. Am I right?
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Date: 2018-07-06 02:05 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-06 02:29 am (UTC)He'd watched Pryna die, and yet Prompto saw her again well after Altissia. He and Ravus had found Lunafreya dead, and yet the Oracle's work was incomplete, and would continue.
So, then, what hand in this could Lunafreya have? The Oracle's work is to banish the darkness, which would mean that hindering the completion of the Chosen King's fate would be counterproductive to that...
...But Ignis of all people knows better than anyone that people are more than just the duties that they're called to carry out, and if he's sitting here contemplating how to change the course of history as they all know it — then perhaps he's not the only one to have had that idea to begin with.]
You think she meant for us to see those visions — I'm assuming she showed you a vision of some variety, too. You think that was Lunafreya's doing?
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Date: 2018-07-06 08:04 pm (UTC)He doesn't get very far before he stops, looking at the ground, trying to remember the moment exactly.]
...I thought it was a dream, maybe. I didn't think... I mean, there's no reason for me to get mystical messages from above. And Pryna didn't tell me anything about the future. Kinda... kind of the opposite.
[He returns to walking in place, slower this time, eyes on stone but his memory back in the frozen outerlands, following faint barking through the trees.]
It was--when I was separated from you guys. [His chin drops a little.] I was having a hard time on my own, and she. She helped me. She reminded me of what was most important to me, and why... you know.
[He looks up at Ignis through the screen of his hair, almost sheepish but resolute, too.]
Why I had to get back to you all. [Nodding, shaking his head, Prompto pulls the handkerchief absently around and through his fingers.] So if that was Lady Lunafreya, then I guess what she wanted was... was for me to get back to where I belonged. By you guys' side. By Noct's side.
[He thinks about it a moment longer, then pipes up to ask:]
What do you think she thought you would do when she told you Noct's future?
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Date: 2018-07-07 05:10 pm (UTC)What would Lunafreya have been counting on him to do, in response to a vision like that? Lunafreya, who'd spent over a decade exchanging letters with Noctis in their shared notebook, who went ahead of him to awaken the Astrals in order to assist him in his quest, who to all appearances protected him with her own life to the very end, there on that altar, until the moment when he and Ravus arrived?
There's a straightforward answer. It's one founded on duty and destiny, and on sacrifices like the one Lunafreya must have enacted on Noct's behalf, herself.]
Perhaps she wanted me to take up her calling. It may have been a plea to see to it that the Chosen King reached his destiny, for the sake of our star.
[Except that he remembers the words spoken in the vision, the same phrases over and over again, variation upon variation but always the same — obsessive, almost, like the messenger was sending it again and again to be certain that it reached its mark.
The king must die. The king must die. The king will die. He'll die, he'll die. For everyone, he'll die. He'll go forth and die. Noct is going to die.
And suddenly, it occurs to Ignis with a flash of frigid wonder that Lunafreya Nox Fleuret might well be far, far more cunning than he'd ever consciously given her credit for.]
If she'd told it to me at any other time...I suppose I might well have. Out of duty, or...out of respect for her sacrifice, perhaps.
[He glances up at Prompto, his face a mask to hide his abrupt, shaken uncertainty.]
But she sent it to me in a moment when I was already out of my head with worry for him. When against all sense of reason, I would've stopped at nothing to protect him. When I'd already done the impossible, for the sake of protecting him.
[A moment when it would've been so utterly easy to throw himself at an even greater impossible challenge, because he'd done the impossible already; what, then, was destiny but one more obstacle to surmount?]
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Date: 2018-07-07 06:06 pm (UTC)But over his twenty years living, Prompto's gotten familiar with all sorts of different fears and discomforts. This one? This one's scary because it leads to hope. Answering's not a step into the dark, it's a step towards the crack of light under the door, the flashlight coming closer, calling his name in a voice like home.
He takes a breath and steps forward instead.]
You know, I never met Lady Lunafreya. I don't know much about her, not for real.
[He was supposed to meet her at the wedding. He wanted to. It was his secret, a good one, the only good one he had, white and soft and glowing in his chest. He wanted to meet Lady Lunafreya and give her all the photos of their journey, show her the gift she gave him all those years ago. Friendship. Noct.
'All I ask is that you continue to support Noctis, and that you remain ever at his side.'
Prompto still remembers the faint scent of blossoms on old paper. He remembered it even in the cold, in that place where nothing so delicate could survive. And did. Through him. He looks down at his hands, holding tightly to Ignis's handkerchief.
He tied a handkerchief like this around Pryna's leg, back then.]
But I... I always... had a feeling. I had this idea, that what she really wanted was for Noct to be happy. To... be surrounded by friends. Real friends. Regardless of the king stuff.
[He's never exposed this, never told anyone about Pryna, about the letter, about the girl who addressed him so politely, like an adult, like someone who mattered. It's at the core of who he is. All he was ever asked to do was be a good friend. Not Shield, not Hand. Just there. Just Prompto. Because to him, even though Noctis is everything, the bounds of the world he cares to know, he's also just Noct.
Lady Lunafreya gave him that. And she gave it back to him when he thought everything, his world, was lost.]
Do you think that might be true?
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Date: 2018-07-08 01:54 pm (UTC)[Even now, he remembers how he'd hated being separated from Noct, thinking he was in trouble, having no way to help him. "Carry on as though he were still here"; if Noct dies to return the dawn, it's going to feel like that every day for the rest of his life.]
I can't imagine anyone who knows Noct even the slightest bit not wanting him to be happy.
[He falls quiet a minute, turning away just enough to stare out over the cobblestone street without really seeing it at all.]
There was no one to save her from her own destiny. Perhaps that's why she hopes Noct might yet be spared from his.
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Date: 2018-07-08 02:16 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2018-07-08 02:34 pm (UTC)[He gives Prompto his space, lets him process what he needs to process. Six knows they all do.]
But I've yet to work out how we're to save him, to begin with. The most I can think of as yet is to not allow him to return to Insomnia, but...
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Date: 2018-07-08 05:19 pm (UTC)[He manages to loosen himself up enough to hold his arm instead of his chest, staring at the ground and then staring at the backs of his closed eyelids.]
We didn't even... when I'm from, we weren't even thinking about going back to Lucis yet. And if the Crystal gets him, then--then I think it's over. Because we can't touch the Crystal, there's nothing we can do to protect him once that happens.
[Leave me behind in Gralea. Don't take the bait, I'm not worth it. Prompto gulps, rocking slightly on his feet, and shakes his head.]
We gotta do something before that. We gotta... we gotta figure out some other way to fix everything, one that won't--won't take him.
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Date: 2018-07-11 11:36 pm (UTC)[He lets the thought trail off, letting it go free for a moment as something else occurs to him — the faintest hint of some of those thoughts warring in Prompto's mind, the implication of that soft gulp. And maybe, on some level, it's because in this he and Prompto are two of a kind, looking to the sacrifices they can make themselves as their go-to solutions, and tolerating ones that involve others only afterward.]
It sounds as though, from the events you remember, I chose not to take the chancellor's offer to go with him. I suppose that might be a way of effecting some sort of change...
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Date: 2018-07-12 12:53 am (UTC)[The last no shudders as he does, tightening his arms again and shrinking down into his boots. The thought of Ignis strung up on that cross--Prompto squeezes his eyes tightly shut and sucks in a sharp breath, shakes his head jerkily.]
No.
[He can't let that happen to Ignis. That can't happen to Ignis, that utter, unfathomable powerlessness. He was nobody; once Ardyn had his fun with him at the facility, he lost interest, he only needed him to bait the trap. He could do so much worse to Ignis or Gladio. He could hurt Ignis so much more than he already did.
Prompto shivers and tries to think his way free of those dark bars.]
Wh...what if Noct's been right all along? What if we c-can help him save Lady Lunafreya? That'd change everything, right?
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Date: 2018-07-14 08:22 pm (UTC)Her allegiance was to Noctis. Could her influence have turned Ravus to join them, properly?
If he saves her, perhaps he'll be awake by the time he and Ravus reach the altar. If Ravus doesn't attack, they can flee the altar sooner — perhaps before Ardyn and his MTs can even arrive. And if they can manage to regroup with Prompto and Gladio, then Ardyn would have no one to deceive them with.
If Ardyn never catches up to them, he'll have no opportunity to blind him.
And Prompto said he had gotten knocked off the train on the way to Tenebrae —]
...Why were we going to Tenebrae, Prompto? When we were on the train, as you said. Do you recall our purpose?
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Date: 2018-07-14 10:38 pm (UTC)[It takes Prompto a second to pull free of Zegnautus Keep and reorient himself once more. Not that it helps much. Every question on this line leads back to Gralea.
No, he's fine.]
The train goes through there. To get to Gralea. We had to get the Crystal back, and that's where they were keeping it. Noct was supposed to use its magic to make things better...
[He closes eyes and shakes his head more sharply, like he has to physically jostle his memory back further. The twilight before darkest midnight.]
Gladio didn't want to stop in Tenebrae at all. But I think Noct wanted to say good-bye to her. To Lady Lunafreya.
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Date: 2018-07-15 06:15 pm (UTC)[He lets out a slow breath.]
So. Perhaps it could change everything. There's still the chance that Noct can change what's to happen — and yet I worry about telling him as much.
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Date: 2018-07-15 07:28 pm (UTC)[Prompto frowns, confused.]
Isn't it better for him to know there's a shot?
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Date: 2018-07-20 09:53 pm (UTC)[He folds his arm over his knee, his focus slowly starting to drift again.]
That's not a justification for not telling him, mind. It's still likely for the best that we do. But...still, I worry for him.
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Date: 2018-07-20 10:05 pm (UTC)[Prompto watches Ignis, his own attention fixed, his frown lightening not at all.]
Wouldn't we be helping him?
[Even if both of them are already past the point where they could save Lunafreya. Even if they can't go back with Noct...]
Wouldn't it help if we could all just... talk about it? Together? Like when we were busting bases, or. Any of that?
[He looks down, like the words to express what he means properly will be there at his feet. They're not. He's never had the vocabulary for this, and he came to the concept late. So late. But never too late.]
Wouldn't it help to talk?
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Date: 2018-07-20 10:42 pm (UTC)[The repetition, the insistence get him to glance up, and it's apparent from the expression on his face that for once, he's not the one with the answers.]
Will it help? Do you think he'd allow us to be a part of it? Or would he insist on doing it alone, to try to protect us in some capacity?
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Date: 2018-07-20 11:14 pm (UTC)...I think he'd try.
[If he doesn't acknowledge that, then he's being willfully blind, and he can't do that in front of Ignis, not anymore.]
But we swore an oath. And I think... I think... I think, really, it's what he wants, too. He doesn't want to do it all alone. And I think... I think he needs us.
[I'm going to make the world a better place.
You with me?]
And if he takes our help, that's what'll make him a real king. If he accepts what he needs, not... not just what he needs to do. Or else he's just running away. Like I did, after we were separated.
[He breathes in, then out.] That's what I think.
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Date: 2018-07-20 11:57 pm (UTC)[He's quiet a minute, and then his voice goes lower; what's coming isn't something that he finds easy to say, but sometimes being a good advisor means saying the things that aren't easy, and that no one else wants to.]
The Marshal, however righteous his intentions, did a number on him in that respect, I think.
[It's not the sort of thing one unhears, after all. It doesn't just go away. Perhaps it never will.]
...I hate the thought of him having to go somewhere I can't follow, you know.
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Date: 2018-07-21 12:04 am (UTC)[It feels a lot like his own need, desperate and young. 'All I ask is that you remain ever at his side.'
Prompto lifts his hand, wavers, and then puts it on Ignis's arm.]
Don't let him. I won't, either. [He remembers something and says:] We're not his bodyguards. We're his brothers.