...Y-yeah. This is...the time I told you about. When she was sick.
[ One hell of a memory for Alphinaud to witness, yet as it is a memory, it must go where Prompto recalls. He wasn't in this room at this point in time, and so shortly after he jogs into the room to assist the ailing Alisaie, the vision swims around them, and regardless of his warning, Prompto and Alphinaud find themselves in the bedroom anyway, while Alisaie continues to cough.
There's blood everywhere.
This time, Prompto doesn't know what to say. To know that Alisaie would recover doesn't make this any easier to watch, to bear, even for him. No - all he can do is watch on in abject horror, his gaze slipping to Alphinaud to see if he can read how he's taking it. ]
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...Y-yeah. This is...the time I told you about. When she was sick.
[ One hell of a memory for Alphinaud to witness, yet as it is a memory, it must go where Prompto recalls. He wasn't in this room at this point in time, and so shortly after he jogs into the room to assist the ailing Alisaie, the vision swims around them, and regardless of his warning, Prompto and Alphinaud find themselves in the bedroom anyway, while Alisaie continues to cough.
There's blood everywhere.
This time, Prompto doesn't know what to say. To know that Alisaie would recover doesn't make this any easier to watch, to bear, even for him. No - all he can do is watch on in abject horror, his gaze slipping to Alphinaud to see if he can read how he's taking it. ]