[ It's strange. Watching it unfold like this, from a distance, with clarity and understanding, he can see so many other ways things could have gone. Other courses he could have taken. But he could drive himself crazy with what-if's. He doesn't regret shooting Verstael — he was a terrible man who did terrible things, and even if Prompto hadn't shot him, he would have given up his human form a moment later anyway to fuse with Immortalis. Still...
He sees the gun fall from his fingers as he sinks to his hands and knees in complete and utter anguish. He remembers viscerally what he felt in that moment — the shame, the despair, the crisis of identity as Ardyn taunts him yet again from the overhead speakers. In that moment, Prompto wanted nothing but to...give up. To recede into himself and just...cease. How could he think of moving on, knowing what he was, what he was created to be? Knowing he was meant to kill the very people he called his friends?
It's not until the alarms start to blare that Prompto, the present Prompto, realizes he has tears on his cheeks. He got through this moment, but if Aranea didn't show up when she did, he isn't sure...
No, he knows he wouldn't have found the will to make it out of this place. ]
W-w-we...we sh-should... [ Finding words right now is damn hard. ] O-outside. We'll escape soon.
[ And right on cue, Aranea arrives on the scene to drag Prompto to his feet. As she does so, the space around them begins to distort, pulling away. Is that it, then? ]
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He sees the gun fall from his fingers as he sinks to his hands and knees in complete and utter anguish. He remembers viscerally what he felt in that moment — the shame, the despair, the crisis of identity as Ardyn taunts him yet again from the overhead speakers. In that moment, Prompto wanted nothing but to...give up. To recede into himself and just...cease. How could he think of moving on, knowing what he was, what he was created to be? Knowing he was meant to kill the very people he called his friends?
It's not until the alarms start to blare that Prompto, the present Prompto, realizes he has tears on his cheeks. He got through this moment, but if Aranea didn't show up when she did, he isn't sure...
No, he knows he wouldn't have found the will to make it out of this place. ]
W-w-we...we sh-should... [ Finding words right now is damn hard. ] O-outside. We'll escape soon.
[ And right on cue, Aranea arrives on the scene to drag Prompto to his feet. As she does so, the space around them begins to distort, pulling away. Is that it, then? ]