[ He's about to respond in the affirmative, that despite his...condition, if you can even call it that, he seems to be taking food just fine. He doesn't know if he should expect any sort of side-effects to what happened to him, but so far, so good.
But then pain flickers across her features and she sets her head down on the table. Prompto's spoon clatters noisily onto the table as he rushes from his seat and around to her side, leaning in close and setting a hand on her shoulder. ]
Krile? Krile! You in there? C-can you hear me?
[ Whatever's happening, it seems to have pulled her out and away from reality, somewhere he can't reach her. Though perhaps he does reach her in another way that he doesn't realize. Krile will find him in her vision - or rather, she experiences him, in those final moments of his life in Wyver. The heat is intense and the smell of blood and smoke is thick on the air, but Prompto still fights, with Alisaie at their side. Cornered by radicals and dragons alike, it all goes well enough - for a time. Despite their exhaustion they are experienced fighters, and adrenaline thrums in his blood, keeping him on his feet. They're almost through the wave of goons when it happens, and everything shifts.
A harpoon cuts through the air like an arrow, and catches him square in the back. The sudden intensity of pain is unfathomable, and the sheer shock of it freezes Prompto in place for a moment, before he gasps Alisaie's name and falls. It's everywhere - the pain, that consuming pain, the fire of poison driving along after it, and it's a wonder he can form thoughts at all, with the way every inch of him seems to scream with anguish. But Alisaie is there, a moment later, gathering him up into her arms, clinging to him hard—
He asks her to sing for him. It's his final request.
And then it isn't much longer at all, until he fades, the sounds of Alisaie's voice in his ears the only thing he really holds into, in the end. He never had a hope of surviving such a devastating injury, but at least...he passes with peace in his heart. Fear and regret and grief, but also peace. All the remains for Krile after that is darkness. ]
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But then pain flickers across her features and she sets her head down on the table. Prompto's spoon clatters noisily onto the table as he rushes from his seat and around to her side, leaning in close and setting a hand on her shoulder. ]
Krile? Krile! You in there? C-can you hear me?
[ Whatever's happening, it seems to have pulled her out and away from reality, somewhere he can't reach her. Though perhaps he does reach her in another way that he doesn't realize. Krile will find him in her vision - or rather, she experiences him, in those final moments of his life in Wyver. The heat is intense and the smell of blood and smoke is thick on the air, but Prompto still fights, with Alisaie at their side. Cornered by radicals and dragons alike, it all goes well enough - for a time. Despite their exhaustion they are experienced fighters, and adrenaline thrums in his blood, keeping him on his feet. They're almost through the wave of goons when it happens, and everything shifts.
A harpoon cuts through the air like an arrow, and catches him square in the back. The sudden intensity of pain is unfathomable, and the sheer shock of it freezes Prompto in place for a moment, before he gasps Alisaie's name and falls. It's everywhere - the pain, that consuming pain, the fire of poison driving along after it, and it's a wonder he can form thoughts at all, with the way every inch of him seems to scream with anguish. But Alisaie is there, a moment later, gathering him up into her arms, clinging to him hard—
He asks her to sing for him. It's his final request.
And then it isn't much longer at all, until he fades, the sounds of Alisaie's voice in his ears the only thing he really holds into, in the end. He never had a hope of surviving such a devastating injury, but at least...he passes with peace in his heart. Fear and regret and grief, but also peace. All the remains for Krile after that is darkness. ]