"No," comes the weak whisper as Prompto finally looks away from the body to Ignis, guided into standing up and pulled a step away before he realizes he's being guided at all, away from his friend who his mind all but screams shouldn't be alone. Logic knows this faulty, foolish, but his head spins with the idea until he stares helplessly at Gladio.
The bigger man nods gesturing with his chin to follow Ignis. "I won't leave him," as if he understands exactly what's going on in Prompto's head. It's both a relief and a punch in the gut, causing Prompto to bend slightly over as if it physically dealt a blow, but he does follow along with Ignis.
Ignis will get a brief squeeze on the shoulder from Gladio before the click of the Shield's boots indicates he's gone to kneel beside the body.
The break room is dusty both otherwise untouched from the years of chaos, like the majority of the Citadel has proven to be. It seems the daemons had never roamed this halls, only one man whose footprints can be seen in the dust in certain areas. Prompto doesn't know where he's being taken, doesn't care, a numbness spreading throughout his mind but not his heart.
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The bigger man nods gesturing with his chin to follow Ignis. "I won't leave him," as if he understands exactly what's going on in Prompto's head. It's both a relief and a punch in the gut, causing Prompto to bend slightly over as if it physically dealt a blow, but he does follow along with Ignis.
Ignis will get a brief squeeze on the shoulder from Gladio before the click of the Shield's boots indicates he's gone to kneel beside the body.
The break room is dusty both otherwise untouched from the years of chaos, like the majority of the Citadel has proven to be. It seems the daemons had never roamed this halls, only one man whose footprints can be seen in the dust in certain areas. Prompto doesn't know where he's being taken, doesn't care, a numbness spreading throughout his mind but not his heart.