[ Lance hits it right on the head. How hard it is for Prompto to even be here with him, because he's not at Alisaie's side, ever vigilant as she wastes away to nothing. He's not out helping the people who are working on the cure, either. He's certainly no scientist, he'd get in the way more than anything, there, but he should still be doing something. He's not even sleeping well enough to operate at full capacity, because he's too busy feeling guilty over sleeping. It's all such a backwards mess, and in some objective way, Prompto can see it. Especially when Lance tells him so stalwartly that what he's doing is enough. ]
...Is it?
[ His breath hitches over those two words. He wants so badly to just kick back his drink and laugh and unwind, like the good time he should be here to enjoy. But instead, he's just trembling slightly, doing his best not to cry. ]
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...Is it?
[ His breath hitches over those two words. He wants so badly to just kick back his drink and laugh and unwind, like the good time he should be here to enjoy. But instead, he's just trembling slightly, doing his best not to cry. ]
She told me...she'd want me to be happy.
[ If she...was no longer around to make him so. ]