[ He doesn't comprehend - not right away, at least, and Prompto's eyes narrow in confusion as she speaks words that are so clearly causing her so much pain to do so. She wants him to...look out for her brother?
But -
His face slowly twists up as it dawns. She wants him to watch out for her brother because she doesn't think she'll be there to do it herself. That she'll be gone. That this plague will take her.
The force of it feels physical, and Prompto's fingers tighten around hers with alarming intensity, his tight features cracking open with a strangled sob. This whole time, he's been so worried about her, fearing what this illness might do to her in the long run, but believing, for the most part, that eventually, she'd be okay. He hadn't brought it up with her, because of course he hadn't, and so he hadn't known what she saw in her own future. But now, it's all too clear. Crystal, really, almost clinical in the way she chooses to set her affairs in order by making sure her brother has someone to welcome him into this new world. She's thought about this. It's not just the delirium talking, and it guts him.
But though it steals his breath away and leaves him staring at her with wide, shocked eyes, it pulls something forth, too. Something usually quiet, a force inside Prompto's own heart that he didn't often call upon. Except, of course, in those moments where it seems like the whole world will shatter around him - figuratively or literally - if he does not.
So although the breath he draws in wavers and rattles, the words he speaks back do not. ]
No.
[ He swallows, but can do nothing for the tears already on his face again. ]
I can't, because you're going to be there to do it yourself.
[ He sounds so sure of it, because in that moment, he believes it. ]
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But -
His face slowly twists up as it dawns. She wants him to watch out for her brother because she doesn't think she'll be there to do it herself. That she'll be gone. That this plague will take her.
The force of it feels physical, and Prompto's fingers tighten around hers with alarming intensity, his tight features cracking open with a strangled sob. This whole time, he's been so worried about her, fearing what this illness might do to her in the long run, but believing, for the most part, that eventually, she'd be okay. He hadn't brought it up with her, because of course he hadn't, and so he hadn't known what she saw in her own future. But now, it's all too clear. Crystal, really, almost clinical in the way she chooses to set her affairs in order by making sure her brother has someone to welcome him into this new world. She's thought about this. It's not just the delirium talking, and it guts him.
But though it steals his breath away and leaves him staring at her with wide, shocked eyes, it pulls something forth, too. Something usually quiet, a force inside Prompto's own heart that he didn't often call upon. Except, of course, in those moments where it seems like the whole world will shatter around him - figuratively or literally - if he does not.
So although the breath he draws in wavers and rattles, the words he speaks back do not. ]
No.
[ He swallows, but can do nothing for the tears already on his face again. ]
I can't, because you're going to be there to do it yourself.
[ He sounds so sure of it, because in that moment, he believes it. ]