[ Lost in his own thoughts, it takes Prompto a moment to turn and look at what Duo has found, but once he does, his eyebrows fly into his hair, kneeling closer to peer at the crack. ]
Whoa! What the... [ He sticks out a finger to prod at it, because that seems like a good idea. ]
I'm guessin' you didn't actually have random cracks of light in this place, did you?
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Whoa! What the... [ He sticks out a finger to prod at it, because that seems like a good idea. ]
I'm guessin' you didn't actually have random cracks of light in this place, did you?