"..." There's silence out of Prompto, a very uncharateristic silence. He's drowning. There is no swimming, not in the dark, dark depths of the water pouring over him as his heart finishes breaking as it started all those years before when they lost Noctis to the Crystal. Then, he manages to whisper, "we killed him."

They let him take it all. All that time they fought against the odds, against everything thrown against them, and when Noctis needed them the most, at the very end, they let him do it alone. There isn't even anything left him in to sob and instead, all he can do is kneel there, arms wrapped around to hold himself together. He needs something to reignite the hope he's held onto for the last ten years because the dawn has put out that flame instead of fueling it.