[ It's an unusual sort of phenomenon for him, telling a story like this. He's not really accustomed to talking about himself, to say nothing of his past, which he so often kept tucked away behind his laughter and smiles. But he wants to share this with her. Wants her to know who he was, where he came from. ]

Her owner - the Oracle - she was...her name was Lunafreya. She was the bridge between the Astrals and the rest of us. I mean, sure - she could commune with the gods, but she was...like a hero to the people, too. A shining light when everything else was going dark.

[ And so literally, too. Once Luna had died, the Starscourge had such an easy time taking the world, and Prompto's gaze turns a touch morose. ]

The next day when I woke up, Pryna was gone. I tried looking for her, but I figured...she'd just felt better and found her way home. Anyway, I guess the cloth I used to tie her leg up had my name on it, because I got a letter from Lady Lunafreya herself a few weeks later.

[ A soft chuckle. ]

She thought because I went to the same school as Noct, we probably knew each other, and so she...asked me to be his friend. See, uh - Noct and Luna...they went waaaaaay back. So she wanted me to look out for him, I guess. Since I looked out for Pryna.