[It feels like he's been wandering in and out of these memories for days now. He can only ignore and focus on escape so many times before something catches his attention and preys on his own mind. Niflheim is nothing like Half-World in looks, but the oppressive feel of it catches him off-guard as his eyes open to the new fresh hell around him.
Of course this is Prompto's memory. He sees the memory version in his hat and coat before he finally ends up beside the real thing, observing the final confrontation. There's a lot he could say, both sarcastic and not, but he just ends up watching this with a chill down his spine and a grim expression on his face, and when he speaks, it's almost somber.]
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Of course this is Prompto's memory. He sees the memory version in his hat and coat before he finally ends up beside the real thing, observing the final confrontation. There's a lot he could say, both sarcastic and not, but he just ends up watching this with a chill down his spine and a grim expression on his face, and when he speaks, it's almost somber.]
Dads are real jerks, huh?