[Prompto yelps and scurries back, clutching his camera protectively, then huffs. Don't scare him like that!]
If you thought there were daemons out here, why're you sleeping out in the open?
[He turns to retrieve his own blanket--it's chilly on the beach, with the sun down--but then the words sink in on a different register entirely. I thought you were a daemon, and that month or so since the magitek production facility evaporates like a bubble, leaving nothing between Prompto and those memories. Especially not after the encounter he had today with a daemon of a different kind.
So he slows on his way to his blanket, then stoops to pick it up, to shake it out.]
Hey. I--Izunia. [That's possibly the first time Prompto's referred to him by name.] ...You've been dead for a long time, right? So you know something about souls?
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If you thought there were daemons out here, why're you sleeping out in the open?
[He turns to retrieve his own blanket--it's chilly on the beach, with the sun down--but then the words sink in on a different register entirely. I thought you were a daemon, and that month or so since the magitek production facility evaporates like a bubble, leaving nothing between Prompto and those memories. Especially not after the encounter he had today with a daemon of a different kind.
So he slows on his way to his blanket, then stoops to pick it up, to shake it out.]
Hey. I--Izunia. [That's possibly the first time Prompto's referred to him by name.] ...You've been dead for a long time, right? So you know something about souls?