[And that is infinitely more complicated, Prompto, and a question that he is certainly not going to tackle in his own mind while standing in front of this young man. Easier to discard the notion, to flat-out lie and rely upon his spiteful self, the part of him that had lost its empathy for others long ago.]

Whatever thought is flitting through your mind right now, discard it. Don’t begin to think that saving anyone is going to be a habit from here on out.

[Deflect! The question!

He smiles then, sharp and facetious. The other will see it for what it is — an unwillingness to be sincere about anything now.]

We’re done here.

[There’s no preamble before he turns to start walking away.]

Thank you for the lovely trip down memory lane, but let’s never do it again, hm?