It's the rain in his eyes. As he fires, again and again, it's the rain blurring his vision, running down his cheeks.
Then, all at once, he knows. It comes as hard as a punch to the gut, leaving him winded and broken inside as he stares at nothing. Without the immediate knowledge of it, he doesn't realize it's the breaking of the bond with the Crystal within him, gone like flipping off a light switch.
Because the one he's bonded through is dead. In his heart of hearts, he knows.
It's the rain blurring his vision. Even when, after a hard strike from a Giant, the blurring turns red, it's the rain.
Then the dawn, finally, breaks across the horizon, creating a golden line that goes as far as the eye can see, lightening the sky. The Giants don't stop, they never did until the sun quite literally burned them away, but Prompto only moves back, further and further, because his eyes can't leave the sky. Everything they had fought for, for so long, is there in the sky.
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Then, all at once, he knows. It comes as hard as a punch to the gut, leaving him winded and broken inside as he stares at nothing. Without the immediate knowledge of it, he doesn't realize it's the breaking of the bond with the Crystal within him, gone like flipping off a light switch.
Because the one he's bonded through is dead. In his heart of hearts, he knows.
It's the rain blurring his vision. Even when, after a hard strike from a Giant, the blurring turns red, it's the rain.
Then the dawn, finally, breaks across the horizon, creating a golden line that goes as far as the eye can see, lightening the sky. The Giants don't stop, they never did until the sun quite literally burned them away, but Prompto only moves back, further and further, because his eyes can't leave the sky. Everything they had fought for, for so long, is there in the sky.