"Right." Stepping forward, he hits to go down, feeling an anxiousness at the idea of going down into a tomb or the concept of seeing Noctis again, dead. Cold. Everything he shouldn't be.

And into the silence as they wait for the elevator, Prompto voices a thought going around and around in his head, something that's been there for so long but he hadn't dared to ask Noctis on their last night together. "...why did the Astrals do this?" Staring at the rising number of the elevator, breathing slowly even with the equally rising feeling in his chest of anger. "Why did they need Noctis? Just- Just why?"