[ Being in a sight was all instinct for Duo by now - there's no emotions, no nothing other than knowing that he's going to choose his life if he has to go between some other soldier and himself. There's no feeling bad about it or anything to that effect - and maybe that's bad on his part, but considering he was born and raised and weaned on survival of the fittest, the world just is what it is.

Duo looks back at Prompto as he asks if he's fine - torn between the instinctive, self-protective urge to ask him 'yeah, why?' in that all too defensive way.

Instead he shrugs, glass scraping and tinging as he moves on. ]

I'll be fine. No use in hanging back in this mess too much. Shit like this'll just make you more bitter than you came out of it the first time.

[ Pause, then - ] Besides, I already got revenge. Not like any of these guys got through me and Deathscythe or the Storm.

[ Here, after all, is where the God of Death was born. ]