[ Prompto silence is his own form of agreement in this case. They'd given it their all to fight against that damned thing, and in the end...had it even made that much difference? He wants to believe that it did, that things would have gone so much worse if they hadn't fought back. But there's no way to be sure. Not when they are still up here safe in the station, while the world waits below, frozen in time, with the sky rent.

Maybe they only prolonged the inevitable. But even then, they gave the Natha time to return and stop things from getting even worse. When he thinks about it like that, it doesn't seem quite so desperate. ]

...Yeah. Yeah, I did. [ It had...overtaken him at one point, the rage-filled grief of the dragon. But he doesn't dwell on that now. So much has happened since. ] For how terrible the thing was...I can't help but feel a little bad for it, y'know? It never asked to be brought back to life like that.

[ Such a great and horrible power should have remained in the dust where it was buried. ]