[ For all his admirable haste to get away from the abomination that is chasing them, Prompto nearly stumbles to a stand-still when Rocket drops that particular bit of information on him. That thing...whatever it is, the shamans...
They made it?
Prompto's stomach erupts into knots, his skin clammy and ice cold in an instant. Not this again. Not this again. ]
We gotta get out of here. We gotta get out of here. We gotta -
[ He breaks into a full run again, but it's not as if he has any idea where he's going. ]
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They made it?
Prompto's stomach erupts into knots, his skin clammy and ice cold in an instant. Not this again. Not this again. ]
We gotta get out of here. We gotta get out of here. We gotta -
[ He breaks into a full run again, but it's not as if he has any idea where he's going. ]