[ Huh, it doesn't feel soulsy at all! Whatever a soul would feel like, anyway. It's definitely nifty, and after examining the shield more closely, Prompto straightens again, grinning wide. ]
Heh, well, no sweat then, right? Your soul is made is ultra steel.
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Heh, well, no sweat then, right? Your soul is made is ultra steel.
[ ...And he has to ask: ]
What were you...fighting with it?