[ Right? Prompto never thought he'd be so glad to find himself in a super boring clearing in the woods, far away from any running water or soft beds, but here they are. He pumps a fist into the air and whoops before lifting his hand towards Cain for a high-five. ]
No way, man, all the cred goes to you! What...what was that thing I said, anyway? Grand...cypher?
[ Even if it came into his head, he still has no idea what it is, or what it means. ]
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No way, man, all the cred goes to you! What...what was that thing I said, anyway? Grand...cypher?
[ Even if it came into his head, he still has no idea what it is, or what it means. ]