Neither does Prompto. No answers, no idea of what to even do. He leaves his hand there on Ignis' back, saying nothing as his head hung, staring down at the floor as they wait in silence. The dawn has come for the world, and yet for them, the darkness has come. He wants to do something, but every attempt to think of what to even do, beyond sitting there broken and taking his next breath, falls apart in his mental hands, fraying.

Then, quietly, "...I want to find chocobos."

That's it. Five quiet words into the silence, with Prompto still staring down at the floor. Where those words come from, Prompto isn't even sure. He has no clue. They just... came.