[Rocket hops down to keep from having his tail crushed between Prompto's back and the wall, and gets his bearings back. The stone here is warm to the touch because of all the fires, not cold like he expects. Nothing here is pristine. If he breathes in, there's no gag-worthy smell of antiseptic and medicine.
Calm down, you idiot, he chides himself. You're better than this.
He keeps his back to Prompto, still hunched over on all fours, until finally he straightens up, while still keeping his gaze fixated on the wall. When he speaks, it's borderline incredulous.] This happened where you came from?
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Calm down, you idiot, he chides himself. You're better than this.
He keeps his back to Prompto, still hunched over on all fours, until finally he straightens up, while still keeping his gaze fixated on the wall. When he speaks, it's borderline incredulous.] This happened where you came from?