[ Prompto doesn't look away. He can't, even knowing what soon comes. For all that Alisaie's sickness had become a blur of memory and fear in the months after, this conversation he remembers crystal clear. Perhaps that's why it manifested itself in this way. He doesn't need to see it again to remember the resignation in her voice, the...almost acceptance of a fate she was so sure meant her death. It won't hit him - past-him, anyway - for a few more minutes into this conversation that Alisaie believed herself so near death's door, but he can see the signs in her even now. The way she relents to his care, asks him if she can wear his clothing, if he'll just...stay with her.
As solemn as it is, he can't help but blush, too. This was an incredibly private moment between the two of them, and while he isn't embarrassed that Alphinaud is seeing it, exactly, he is a little self-conscious about it. Here, in this quiet, desperate moment with the girl he loves, Prompto's heart was bare and open in a way it had never been before. Alphinaud shouldn't have to see that. He shouldn't have to see any of this. ]
I-I'm...I'm sorry. [ Sorry that he's witnessing this memory, that he wasn't here for Alisaie when they both would have wanted him to be. ] I'm...so sorry.
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As solemn as it is, he can't help but blush, too. This was an incredibly private moment between the two of them, and while he isn't embarrassed that Alphinaud is seeing it, exactly, he is a little self-conscious about it. Here, in this quiet, desperate moment with the girl he loves, Prompto's heart was bare and open in a way it had never been before. Alphinaud shouldn't have to see that. He shouldn't have to see any of this. ]
I-I'm...I'm sorry. [ Sorry that he's witnessing this memory, that he wasn't here for Alisaie when they both would have wanted him to be. ] I'm...so sorry.
[ He doesn't know what else to say. ]