[ Past-Prompto is alone now, left to poke around the yawning, cold expanse of room for clues, and X’rhun spares him only a glance. He focuses instead on the real Prompto, the one before him, with whom he had just shared a meal and conversation. ]
I promise you, no matter what comes to pass in this vision, there is naught to apologize for. Will you tell me… why did he call this place your home?
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[ Past-Prompto is alone now, left to poke around the yawning, cold expanse of room for clues, and X’rhun spares him only a glance. He focuses instead on the real Prompto, the one before him, with whom he had just shared a meal and conversation. ]
I promise you, no matter what comes to pass in this vision, there is naught to apologize for. Will you tell me… why did he call this place your home?