[ Cain's right there with him, ducking as the gunshot cracks through the air — a gunshot without a gun, the tree splintering, slivers of bark flying over their heads. There's no else around, though, and Cain doesn't bother looking for any other shooters. He's pretty sure he's figured out what's happening; after all, they haven't met before, and yet he knows this man's name. They have met, even though they haven't.
Astrals, this is confusing.
Slowly, he straightens.
And takes a careful few steps to make sure he's not standing between Prompto and the tree. Just in case. ]
It looks like there's something wrong with causality...? [ Cain taps a finger against his chin, staring thoughtfully at the gunshot hole in the tree trunk. ] Or, at least, the flow of time. [ He turns and offers Prompto a bright smile. ] I'm Cain, by the way.
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Astrals, this is confusing.
Slowly, he straightens.
And takes a careful few steps to make sure he's not standing between Prompto and the tree. Just in case. ]
It looks like there's something wrong with causality...? [ Cain taps a finger against his chin, staring thoughtfully at the gunshot hole in the tree trunk. ] Or, at least, the flow of time. [ He turns and offers Prompto a bright smile. ] I'm Cain, by the way.