[ He can't help it. Any consolation he'd been feeling at having shared this story with her, any peace or comfort, are swiftly forced from him the moment she tells him. He sucks in a shuddering, visceral gasp, skin turning ice cold even beneath her warm embrace, and his hands tighten just so slightly on her. Gods. He'd been here? Ardyn, the man responsible for just about everything terrible in Prompto's life - in a way, for his very existence - who even now, in this distant world, seemed to haunt the shadows of his life, a constant reminder of how very much he's lost. Could still lose.
It's like a nightmare he hadn't even dared to give thought to yet. One that mocks him for being naive, that threatens the only source of stability he has right now.
But for as much as fear pours into him, pools through his very blood and bones, in that moment, he's able to hold on to one thing: that she's still here, in his arms, apparently no worse off for having encountered him.
But is that only because Ardyn didn't know?
It makes you no harder to break than before. ]
...H-he did, did he. F-figures. [ A mirthless laugh ghosts shakily out of him. ] And after he gave me a hard time for bringing people soup.
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It's like a nightmare he hadn't even dared to give thought to yet. One that mocks him for being naive, that threatens the only source of stability he has right now.
But for as much as fear pours into him, pools through his very blood and bones, in that moment, he's able to hold on to one thing: that she's still here, in his arms, apparently no worse off for having encountered him.
But is that only because Ardyn didn't know?
It makes you no harder to break than before. ]
...H-he did, did he. F-figures. [ A mirthless laugh ghosts shakily out of him. ] And after he gave me a hard time for bringing people soup.
[ Oh, this is bad. This is so very, very bad. ]