[ But he doesn't question it, impossible as it seems. After all, who would know Arenvald's own memory better than Arenvald himself? It's not like any of them knew what was going to happen when they stepped through the rift. But even if he doesn't question it, that doesn't mean the gravity of it doesn't come crashing down on him. This...is one of Arenvald's memories of his home?
This is...horrible.
Prompto's expression reshapes, sharpening and softening all at once to something sympathetic and still dismayed. He doesn't need the context to understand that what's going on here is awful. There are few things more universal than human suffering, and that anguished scream seizes him right by the heart.
Swallowing against a dry throat, he searches his friend's face. ]
Hey, d-don't worry about me. [ Gods. What can he even say? ] I-is there...is there anything we can do?
[ But he fears he knows the answer before he even gives it voice. ]
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[ But he doesn't question it, impossible as it seems. After all, who would know Arenvald's own memory better than Arenvald himself? It's not like any of them knew what was going to happen when they stepped through the rift. But even if he doesn't question it, that doesn't mean the gravity of it doesn't come crashing down on him. This...is one of Arenvald's memories of his home?
This is...horrible.
Prompto's expression reshapes, sharpening and softening all at once to something sympathetic and still dismayed. He doesn't need the context to understand that what's going on here is awful. There are few things more universal than human suffering, and that anguished scream seizes him right by the heart.
Swallowing against a dry throat, he searches his friend's face. ]
Hey, d-don't worry about me. [ Gods. What can he even say? ] I-is there...is there anything we can do?
[ But he fears he knows the answer before he even gives it voice. ]