[ It is good, in a way, to hear Krile say that, to not have to wonder that if Alisaie had just been able to get Krile to him in time, he might've lived. But his injury had not been a simple of small one. It had been complex and devastating, and that he hadn't died instantly is nothing short of a miracle. Even if he has returned, he's...glad, that he was able to have those last few moments with his wife, to tell her how much he loves her, to hear her voice in his fading thoughts.
He leans forward onto the table, putting his elbows up with his head within them .]
...I-I don't know what to do, Krile. She...needs space, physically, but I...I feel like I'm going crazy keeping my distance.
[ Prompto has always been a tactile person, and Alisaie has ever indulged his need for physical contact. But now, she can barely hold his hand without looking haunted. It's like she hasn't yet accepted he is real and tangible, not just a phantom of her dreams.
This isn't Krile's problem, and he feels guilty for even bringing it up. But it's out there now. She knows what he went through better than anyone. And so...he'll continue to talk. ]
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He leans forward onto the table, putting his elbows up with his head within them .]
...I-I don't know what to do, Krile. She...needs space, physically, but I...I feel like I'm going crazy keeping my distance.
[ Prompto has always been a tactile person, and Alisaie has ever indulged his need for physical contact. But now, she can barely hold his hand without looking haunted. It's like she hasn't yet accepted he is real and tangible, not just a phantom of her dreams.
This isn't Krile's problem, and he feels guilty for even bringing it up. But it's out there now. She knows what he went through better than anyone. And so...he'll continue to talk. ]