[There's so much left unsaid, hidden in the silences around the words, and Prompto can't read Akira like he can read Noct--can't read anyone like he can read Noct, and yet...
And yet he hears I fought and failed to save someone I love, and he's back further than Zegnautus, than Niflheim. Altissia. Ignis. Lady Lunafreya.
Prompto starts to shift closer, freezes like he's not sure he's allowed, and then reaches slowly--so Akira can move if he wants--to put his hand on the guy's shoulder.]
'Kira... I'm sorry.
[The contact's brief at best, if his fingers even land. Dropping his gaze, swallowing past the lump in his throat, Prompto wrings his hands again, always mobile, like a hummingbird's heart.]
It's the worst, isn't it? Trying so hard, and then...
[And then coming up with your arms empty, a laugh, a friend lost to the waves or to a light you can't touch.]
What about you and the other survivors? Were you... Did you still get the choice to fight, or...?
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And yet he hears I fought and failed to save someone I love, and he's back further than Zegnautus, than Niflheim. Altissia. Ignis. Lady Lunafreya.
Prompto starts to shift closer, freezes like he's not sure he's allowed, and then reaches slowly--so Akira can move if he wants--to put his hand on the guy's shoulder.]
'Kira... I'm sorry.
[The contact's brief at best, if his fingers even land. Dropping his gaze, swallowing past the lump in his throat, Prompto wrings his hands again, always mobile, like a hummingbird's heart.]
It's the worst, isn't it? Trying so hard, and then...
[And then coming up with your arms empty, a laugh, a friend lost to the waves or to a light you can't touch.]
What about you and the other survivors? Were you... Did you still get the choice to fight, or...?
[Or were you left behind, too?]