[ It only takes a moment for Prompto to become painfully aware of where they are.
His body goes rigid in an instant, tension sweeping over his expression as his eyes flicker around the barren landscape around them. It's dark, but there's no mistaking it - the frozen tundra of Niflheim, the wind biting cold and harsh, the land wasting and empty. And nearby, an alcove with flickering fire, a sole occupant around it.
He knows exactly what is about to unfold, but even then, he looks away, almost...ashamed. ]
Oh, no...
[ Not this. She doesn't need to see this. Not him at his lowest. ]
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His body goes rigid in an instant, tension sweeping over his expression as his eyes flicker around the barren landscape around them. It's dark, but there's no mistaking it - the frozen tundra of Niflheim, the wind biting cold and harsh, the land wasting and empty. And nearby, an alcove with flickering fire, a sole occupant around it.
He knows exactly what is about to unfold, but even then, he looks away, almost...ashamed. ]
Oh, no...
[ Not this. She doesn't need to see this. Not him at his lowest. ]