"I... don't know what exactly needs to happen, but there's no way someone's going to-"

Pause.

Then, very quietly, "is that what we did? We cracked open those tombs and took the weapon... is that desecrating...?" Suddenly a shiver goes down his spine, realizing that back then, he'd just been doing what he'd been told they needed to do which might have very well been desecrating old kings' tombs.

"But like- what are we looking for? A tomb that's someplace anyone can go and lots of people should? Or a private place just for people who know?" There's a whole bunch of things to think about, Prompto is understanding... stuff that needs to happen because like hell he's not going to make sure his best friend has a proper burial place.