[ The deeper in he goes, the worse the smell and the smoke gets, and though he has to cover his nose and his mouth to even bear it, he cannot stop. He has to do in further, to understand this place he has found himself in, though he...already has a hunch of what he will find.
...He just really, really wishes he was wrong.
But even if her name hadn't been on the building, this place would have reminded Prompto entirely too much of Rosalind to ignore the connection. He reaches the room with the machine, gargantuan and strange and reminding him a little too much of magitek for comfort, though he knows that isn't what this is. What it is he can't even begin to guess, but as for the bodies on the floor...
Well. Hadn't Rosalind just recently described this very thing to him?
A painful noise wrests its way out of him, because although Prompto has been fully aware of Rosalind's fate since very early in their friendship, it's another thing entirely to see her here like this - or what remains of her, anyway, and Robert, too. Charred and smoldering and broken and bleeding, the floor sticky beneath his boots.
At the sound of her voice, he looks quickly over at her, until he understands.
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...He just really, really wishes he was wrong.
But even if her name hadn't been on the building, this place would have reminded Prompto entirely too much of Rosalind to ignore the connection. He reaches the room with the machine, gargantuan and strange and reminding him a little too much of magitek for comfort, though he knows that isn't what this is. What it is he can't even begin to guess, but as for the bodies on the floor...
Well. Hadn't Rosalind just recently described this very thing to him?
A painful noise wrests its way out of him, because although Prompto has been fully aware of Rosalind's fate since very early in their friendship, it's another thing entirely to see her here like this - or what remains of her, anyway, and Robert, too. Charred and smoldering and broken and bleeding, the floor sticky beneath his boots.
At the sound of her voice, he looks quickly over at her, until he understands.
This isn't a dream. It's a memory. ]
...Yeah. One hell of a mess.
[ To put it lightly. ]