[ooc: Just an FYI, but I'll be working a con all weekend starting today, so I'll get back to this ASAP! Probably Monday! ^_^]
Prompto pushes himself up, realizing just how sore he's feeling. His muscles are getting stiff, the wounds he suffered during their final fight nagging at him, but there's no time to deal with it. He has so much he needs to do. There's so much to do. There's- He looks out the window, the sun spread across the broken city, like butter across the buildings. Is there? What else do they owe the world...?
"So we go and find chocobos, make a ranch... do we need to figure out how to grow things? I never had a green thumb." But many will need to grow things to start and spread things out across the world, to repopulate so, so many dead plants. Some would never recover, no matter what they might do. Just how much had been lost to the long night because they could only do enough to survive, not worry about the when.
Never 'if'. Always when, always. Noct would return.
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Prompto pushes himself up, realizing just how sore he's feeling. His muscles are getting stiff, the wounds he suffered during their final fight nagging at him, but there's no time to deal with it. He has so much he needs to do. There's so much to do. There's- He looks out the window, the sun spread across the broken city, like butter across the buildings. Is there? What else do they owe the world...?
"So we go and find chocobos, make a ranch... do we need to figure out how to grow things? I never had a green thumb." But many will need to grow things to start and spread things out across the world, to repopulate so, so many dead plants. Some would never recover, no matter what they might do. Just how much had been lost to the long night because they could only do enough to survive, not worry about the when.
Never 'if'. Always when, always. Noct would return.