[ That question leaves him silent for longer than it ought to, because Prompto has to concede to himself first that Ardyn is right. This isn't about him, but it still is, because otherwise, why would he care so much about whether or not he's putting his time to its best use?
An expression of mingled anger and surprise flashes across his features, but he looks away from the man, off to some undefined point where he can't see the memory of his friends so clearly. Why does it have to be Ardyn, of all people, who reminds him so easily of home, of what he's - they've - lost? ]
S-so - is there something wrong with that? [ So he's selfish. He's...always let himself be more selfish than he should. Especially lately. But is it wrong to want to be useful? To be more? ]
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An expression of mingled anger and surprise flashes across his features, but he looks away from the man, off to some undefined point where he can't see the memory of his friends so clearly. Why does it have to be Ardyn, of all people, who reminds him so easily of home, of what he's - they've - lost? ]
S-so - is there something wrong with that? [ So he's selfish. He's...always let himself be more selfish than he should. Especially lately. But is it wrong to want to be useful? To be more? ]