[ One moment, he’s helping Prompto clean up the kitchen in the wake of dinner, and the very next there is such a drastic shift in scenery he’s disoriented for a moment. The room itself has him on edge before he even spots the whisper of Prompto on the floor – everything about it, from the cold steel to the foggy glass tubes screams Garlean to him.
It is only when the Prompto of the past stirs, speaking, does he look in his direction. It’s sometime after that initial moment that he even thinks to look for the real Prompto, the one who had been in the kitchen with him, and X’rhun finds him off to the side, staring with a look that all too well tells him how this memory will play out.
He nearly says something when another familiar voice cuts through the silence, and as X’rhun turns sharply towards the specter of Ardyn, he feels suddenly like the floor is no longer beneath him. After the exchange, an exchange which bodes nothing well, he quietly clears his throat to address Prompto of the present, who doesn’t seem to have noticed him yet. ]
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It is only when the Prompto of the past stirs, speaking, does he look in his direction. It’s sometime after that initial moment that he even thinks to look for the real Prompto, the one who had been in the kitchen with him, and X’rhun finds him off to the side, staring with a look that all too well tells him how this memory will play out.
He nearly says something when another familiar voice cuts through the silence, and as X’rhun turns sharply towards the specter of Ardyn, he feels suddenly like the floor is no longer beneath him. After the exchange, an exchange which bodes nothing well, he quietly clears his throat to address Prompto of the present, who doesn’t seem to have noticed him yet. ]
Prompto…?