With the breaking of the dawn, the rain starts to come to a stop. It's not fair, Prompto thinks as he stares up to the light he hasn't seen in almost ten years now. It's not fair that the world gets to stop crying and he doesn't. Slowly, he falls to his knees, everything crumbling and breaking inside as he curls his arms around his midsection, trying to keep it all inside.
It fails. Instead, it comes out through his eyes, through his mouth, as he hiccups, sobs like a child, but in the same silent way he's learned how to since the darkness began to take hold. There were daemons in the night, after all. Gladio says nothing, only leans back on bloody hands and stares upwards.
It's all over.
There's the metallic ring as Gladio's blade gets put down, then the slow sound of footsteps as the Shield-no-longer comes over to Ignis and sits down beside him. In the wake of the Giant's screams, there's only silence that fills Insomnia. A terrible, endless silence bathed in the light of a new day.
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It fails. Instead, it comes out through his eyes, through his mouth, as he hiccups, sobs like a child, but in the same silent way he's learned how to since the darkness began to take hold. There were daemons in the night, after all. Gladio says nothing, only leans back on bloody hands and stares upwards.
It's all over.
There's the metallic ring as Gladio's blade gets put down, then the slow sound of footsteps as the Shield-no-longer comes over to Ignis and sits down beside him. In the wake of the Giant's screams, there's only silence that fills Insomnia. A terrible, endless silence bathed in the light of a new day.