[ It breaks his heart to hear his sister asking Prompto to take care of him. He looks at the two of them when she asks that. It shouldn't be her job to want people to look after him, it should be his. He doesn't want her to be worrying about his future well-being when she's there dying and in pain. But it's still so ... like her. She's so thorny most of the time but he knows of her softness deep down. He supposes neither of them will ever escape it.

He'd smile at her foolishness, but it's hard when everything else is so painful.

He returns his gaze downward, though — because not only does it hurt to watch, but it feels like an invasion of privacy, for him. To see the two of them like this.

And then he shakes his head. ]

You've done nothing but good for the two of us. I cannot think of any reason you should need to apologize. [ A pause. ] I trust you are tired of the words, but you ... truly have my thanks.

[ Seeing Prompto here with her is nothing short of a huge relief. He knows she was fine, and she was only able to get through it because she had him here.

He might be tearing up. But he's going to keep his eyes behind his hair. Sorry, he tends to cry and have emotions!! ]