[ At first, his thoughts are the same as her own — this, surely, must be where they intended to go, and at last they have reached their destination. This must be the world that the mermen were sent to, and they're living beneath these waters — but before he can turn and confirm this suspicion with Alisaie, two white-haired children rush past them to an older man Prompto had somehow not noticed before. But, wait...
Those definitely aren't mermen. In fact...
Prompto's face screws up in confusion and understanding all at once. They had just stepped out of one of his own memories, after all. Could that mean they had wound up in one of...Alisaie's?
Is he seeing her past, her childhood right now? ]
...Is that...?
[ He watches the elderly man embrace the children, warm and joyful. Yes, he must be...her grandfather she reveres so much. ]
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Those definitely aren't mermen. In fact...
Prompto's face screws up in confusion and understanding all at once. They had just stepped out of one of his own memories, after all. Could that mean they had wound up in one of...Alisaie's?
Is he seeing her past, her childhood right now? ]
...Is that...?
[ He watches the elderly man embrace the children, warm and joyful. Yes, he must be...her grandfather she reveres so much. ]