[ He hadn't expected Ardyn to be moved by his little speech. He hadn't really expected anything, because he's beyond the point of thinking this through. That's probably the only reason he was able to say what he had - the fearful thoughts that would usually chase him anytime the subject of his own humanity came up are drowned out by that roaring fire, that sense of belonging that at last seems to be within his grasp, if only for this moment.
He has enough self-preservation that kicks in - a survival instinct, really - when Ardyn makes his threat, though, and Prompto breathes in sharply as the other steps near. He leans back in his boots, but resists the temptation to step back, to show that clear sign of weakness. Even he is, in fact, afraid. Quite afraid. The threat is not an idle one, and Prompto knows it. He knows it as certain as his heart beats in his chest. As certain as the death of Lady Lunafreya, as the loss of Ignis's eyesight, as the visceral memory of hanging, waiting in Zegnautus Keep, a prisoner. As certain as Noctis disappearing into the Crystal, and Ardyn walking away with a smirk upon his lips.
Ardyn could kill him so easily, summon a weapon and lance him. That he hasn't yet is almost surprising, and for all his newfound fire, Prompto is not about to throw that threat back in Ardyn's face like a challenge. Like hell he's gonna do that. However Ardyn might entertain the idea of breaking him, he has to distance himself from it. ]
Don't - [ he's starting to appreciate how fully he is in over his head right now ] - don't you have better things to do? Th-than mess with just one more human?
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He has enough self-preservation that kicks in - a survival instinct, really - when Ardyn makes his threat, though, and Prompto breathes in sharply as the other steps near. He leans back in his boots, but resists the temptation to step back, to show that clear sign of weakness. Even he is, in fact, afraid. Quite afraid. The threat is not an idle one, and Prompto knows it. He knows it as certain as his heart beats in his chest. As certain as the death of Lady Lunafreya, as the loss of Ignis's eyesight, as the visceral memory of hanging, waiting in Zegnautus Keep, a prisoner. As certain as Noctis disappearing into the Crystal, and Ardyn walking away with a smirk upon his lips.
Ardyn could kill him so easily, summon a weapon and lance him. That he hasn't yet is almost surprising, and for all his newfound fire, Prompto is not about to throw that threat back in Ardyn's face like a challenge. Like hell he's gonna do that. However Ardyn might entertain the idea of breaking him, he has to distance himself from it. ]
Don't - [ he's starting to appreciate how fully he is in over his head right now ] - don't you have better things to do? Th-than mess with just one more human?
[ He needs to get out of here. ]