[ she'd known this would happen, that his powerful guilt would be stronger than any physical wound, and she can see it in his face - the horror that washes over him with stark realization, as he begins to piece together what must have happened.
she's ready for it. ]
Enough.
[ her voice is hard, sharp as a knife's edge, and she lifts her hands to his jaw to tug his chin up, attempting to tear his eyes away from her hip and up to her face instead. she's rarely ever seen him so stricken, so sickened, and it makes her heart ache fiercely, but now is not the time to be caught up in this. it is not his fault. she will brook no argument on this. ]
Look at me, Prompto. This was no fault of yours. Do you understand me?
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she's ready for it. ]
Enough.
[ her voice is hard, sharp as a knife's edge, and she lifts her hands to his jaw to tug his chin up, attempting to tear his eyes away from her hip and up to her face instead. she's rarely ever seen him so stricken, so sickened, and it makes her heart ache fiercely, but now is not the time to be caught up in this. it is not his fault. she will brook no argument on this. ]
Look at me, Prompto. This was no fault of yours. Do you understand me?