[ Much as he feels like an intruder in a place he was never meant to see, a past he was never meant to see, Prompto can't help but look. His morbid curiosity is doubly so for this not only being Rocket's memory, but for the similarities and differences between the facility in his own memory that they just left. This is absolutely not Niflheim, and the powers at play here are not Magitek of daemonification, and while some of the hallmarks are the same, there is lot here he can't even name.
Then Rocket gives Prompto directions to his own cage. His throat closes up, but invariably he glances in the direction that Rocket indicates. ]
Are you...
[ But he doesn't complete the question. If Rocket wants him to look, invites him to, then he will. This is his memory, after all. He can make the call.
So Prompto shuffles closer to the cage, peering in and taking in the state of the creature inside. He can't look very long, really. A moment later, his gaze flinches away. ]
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Then Rocket gives Prompto directions to his own cage. His throat closes up, but invariably he glances in the direction that Rocket indicates. ]
Are you...
[ But he doesn't complete the question. If Rocket wants him to look, invites him to, then he will. This is his memory, after all. He can make the call.
So Prompto shuffles closer to the cage, peering in and taking in the state of the creature inside. He can't look very long, really. A moment later, his gaze flinches away. ]
Sh-shit...the hell were they tryin' to do?