[ That he's said even as much as he has is a testament to how far he's come, how far they've come together. Honesty with each other is what forged the bond to be as strong as it is, and that doesn't just mean telling her his story. It means being truthful about whether or not he feels up to talking about it at all.

But he is ready, even for as difficult as it is. Prompto notes the shift in her expression, but it's easy enough to ascribe it to hearing he was pushed off a moving train at all. He doesn't think any more about it, quick to reassure her. ]

I had worse. [ His mouth quirks subtly. That, or enough potions on hand to get him back on his feet. Also, a parka, apparently. What had been damaged far greater was his fragile sense of self. ]

I was...pretty much stranded in the middle of nowhere, though, so...what else? I started walking. You know how I mentioned I hate snow?

[ He exhales gently, fingers stilling beneath hers on the locket. ]

Niflheim is pretty snowy, miserable place. But you know what they say...home sweet home, I guess.