[ at first she doesn't understand. not anymore? what exactly does that mean? alisaie looks mystified, her brow drawn as she watches the play of emotion over his face. were she fully present, she would realize it sooner, but everything is slower now, and it takes a few more lingering moments than it normally would for her to connect the dots.
he can't mean.. stasis, can he? all of them?
but of course, there's nothing else he could mean. gods - today of all days? alisaie's head is swimming; it's too much, it isn't fair. prompto had just begun to recover from the blow he'd been dealt days before, and now today, this.. this attack on the city, which she's sure he must blame himself for, in some way, though she has yet to address it (she will, you can be absolutely sure of it). but to lose his companions as well, and so soon after two of them had arrived..
alisaie understands, in her way. her family and friends have been in stasis since the moment she arrived, her parents, her brother, urianger, lyse, the scions all - she has x'rhun now at least, which is a comfort she is exceedingly grateful for, but there is still a hole in her heart where her family belongs. of course she's gotten by on her own, in no small part thanks to prompto's company, but it has not always been easy. moreover, prompto is not her; he's so much stronger than he gives himself credit for, but he is also sensitive, he cares for those around him, and losing his closest companions to stasis all in one day - she knows him well, knows his heart, knows how much it must ache. and she's angry as well, angry that it had to happen at all, to him. angry that he's been here all this time laughing over a silly book, hiding this from her.
but she can't be too angry, not when he looks so wounded, so raw. after a long moment of silence, and her gaze fixed upon him, alisaie speaks in an even, gentle voice, albeit firm enough to brook no argument. ]
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he can't mean.. stasis, can he? all of them?
but of course, there's nothing else he could mean. gods - today of all days? alisaie's head is swimming; it's too much, it isn't fair. prompto had just begun to recover from the blow he'd been dealt days before, and now today, this.. this attack on the city, which she's sure he must blame himself for, in some way, though she has yet to address it (she will, you can be absolutely sure of it). but to lose his companions as well, and so soon after two of them had arrived..
alisaie understands, in her way. her family and friends have been in stasis since the moment she arrived, her parents, her brother, urianger, lyse, the scions all - she has x'rhun now at least, which is a comfort she is exceedingly grateful for, but there is still a hole in her heart where her family belongs. of course she's gotten by on her own, in no small part thanks to prompto's company, but it has not always been easy. moreover, prompto is not her; he's so much stronger than he gives himself credit for, but he is also sensitive, he cares for those around him, and losing his closest companions to stasis all in one day - she knows him well, knows his heart, knows how much it must ache. and she's angry as well, angry that it had to happen at all, to him. angry that he's been here all this time laughing over a silly book, hiding this from her.
but she can't be too angry, not when he looks so wounded, so raw. after a long moment of silence, and her gaze fixed upon him, alisaie speaks in an even, gentle voice, albeit firm enough to brook no argument. ]
Go and get him, bring him here.