[Rocket shakes his head and snorts like a dog getting a bad smell out of his nose.]

It's fine. Don't make anything of it. It's not even real.

[But god the playing on his sense memory is vicious. It takes him a moment to steady himself, before he reaches up and plants a tiny hand on Prompto's arm as he pushes past him, marching straight for the door, leading into that cage room. Somehow he knows that trying to go the opposite way won't work- it's a memory. He'll only end up back where the memory begins.] Screw these a-holes. I got outta this place once, and I'm gonna do it again.