Prompto hardly has time to register the implication of those worlds before the memory pulls and twists around them, shifting into nothingness and then back into a place that he has never been before. The memory that forms around them is not his, and so it's easy to figure out whose it is, even before he hears the man at the beside speak.
This is Ardyn's memory, and he's here to help this sick man that has darkness running in his veins. It's not a far cry from something the Oracle might have done.
Prompto's blood runs cold, ice cold, as a breath catches in his throat. Ardyn may have prompted this of his own choosing, but Prompto still can't help but feel as a trespasser, stepping into a place and time he was never meant to see, never meant to experience. The man's younger self looks so - well, young, unmarred by the bitterness he carries with him now, and he speaks with a kindness, a gentleness Prompto has never heard pass from his lips before.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have anything to say, for once, but it's just as well. His throat is too tight to allow passage to a single word just then.
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Prompto hardly has time to register the implication of those worlds before the memory pulls and twists around them, shifting into nothingness and then back into a place that he has never been before. The memory that forms around them is not his, and so it's easy to figure out whose it is, even before he hears the man at the beside speak.
This is Ardyn's memory, and he's here to help this sick man that has darkness running in his veins. It's not a far cry from something the Oracle might have done.
Prompto's blood runs cold, ice cold, as a breath catches in his throat. Ardyn may have prompted this of his own choosing, but Prompto still can't help but feel as a trespasser, stepping into a place and time he was never meant to see, never meant to experience. The man's younger self looks so - well, young, unmarred by the bitterness he carries with him now, and he speaks with a kindness, a gentleness Prompto has never heard pass from his lips before.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have anything to say, for once, but it's just as well. His throat is too tight to allow passage to a single word just then.
This is already so much to take in. ]