[ It doesn't take him long to understand what's going on, and really...does he even need the context that much? Would knowing it make what was happening here any less horrible, and less horrific? Prompto stands amid the rubble, powerless to stop what's happening, because this is...a memory. It has to be. Some kind of shared dream, or hallucination, and it belongs to...
Duo. He recognizes him, even as a kid. Prompto has always had a knack for faces, and his is undeniable, even marred by grief as he watches that woman slip away.
It doesn't matter that Prompto doesn't know her, either. Death is death, grief is grief, and there is blood and smoke on the air everywhere. It's overwhelming and nauseating and after a moment he sinks to his knees, his heart constricting in his chest at the sight of the young Duo losing someone Prompto can only assume was one of the only gentle, loving presences in his young life.
He lost everyone here. ]
Duo?
[ Is he calling out to the child who walks away, or the actual Duo himself? Probably both. ]
3-c i welcome death honestly
Duo. He recognizes him, even as a kid. Prompto has always had a knack for faces, and his is undeniable, even marred by grief as he watches that woman slip away.
It doesn't matter that Prompto doesn't know her, either. Death is death, grief is grief, and there is blood and smoke on the air everywhere. It's overwhelming and nauseating and after a moment he sinks to his knees, his heart constricting in his chest at the sight of the young Duo losing someone Prompto can only assume was one of the only gentle, loving presences in his young life.
He lost everyone here. ]
Duo?
[ Is he calling out to the child who walks away, or the actual Duo himself? Probably both. ]