"Why?!" His voice cracked despite himself, his fingers gripping so tightly into Ignis' clothing that later he'd realize his joints would ache from it. "Why didn't you let me go back for him?!" Spoken into Ignis' shoulder, tears falling unheeded. "We let him die alone in there!" It hurt, with a guilt pouring through him as he held onto Ignis with all of his remaining strength.

And Gladio was the one going in there to check, to find their friend and King who, unknowing to them, hadn't died completely alone. Not in a way. He'd looked into his father's eyes and died by his hand.

Prompto's sob sounded like the only sound in all of Insomnia in that moment, hollow and broken at the edges.