[ it's comforting, having someone understand. it's the same in most ways, but not in all the ways that matter; defending the universe was easy compared to this. he had a team then, he had allura and coran and guidance. he was the team's sharpshooter, the pilot of the blue lion. he had a place, and, for the most part, he had a role.
here, he finds himself floundering. who is he here? what can he contribute to a group that already excels in everything else he can only ever hope to?
but prompto's right, too. giving up... it had never really been in his blood. even when he didn't make it into the fighter class at the garrison the first time, that didn't stop him from working harder, ensuring his place at the next available slot. he's been beaten down before, and each time he made sure to spring back up.
maybe all he needs now is to spring. ]
Maybe you're right...
[ he takes in a deep, steadying breath. ]
Maybe I just need to look at this from a different angle.
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here, he finds himself floundering. who is he here? what can he contribute to a group that already excels in everything else he can only ever hope to?
but prompto's right, too. giving up... it had never really been in his blood. even when he didn't make it into the fighter class at the garrison the first time, that didn't stop him from working harder, ensuring his place at the next available slot. he's been beaten down before, and each time he made sure to spring back up.
maybe all he needs now is to spring. ]
Maybe you're right...
[ he takes in a deep, steadying breath. ]
Maybe I just need to look at this from a different angle.