[ooc: Thanks! I'd say hopefully things will calm down with the move, but we have unpacking, new stuff to get, THREE LARPs coming up between the two of us... it gonna be a crazy May/June. But fun!]
It's something that Prompto would like to think he's accepted during the ten long years without Noctis. They all knew the truth, in the end, what would need to happen. If pressed, Prompto couldn't even have told when he realized what the truth was, but he would have bet that unconsciously, he knew even before they had lost him to the Crystal. It feels like everything, sometimes, comes down to that Crystal.
"...to the hells with the Crystal," Prompto whispers, but in the silence of the empty Citadel, it's loud enough to hear clearly. "It took Noctis away." At his side, there's a quiet creak of leather as his fist tightens up unconsciously. "It decided to take him away for ten years and left the world to rot for it. It let the Scourage get worse. It let people die. It- It took him, for whatever reason it decided it couldn't just do it on its own." Even his jaw begins to hurt as he clenches it.
It's the kind of rare anger few have ever truly seen. In the years between then and now, Cindy had, once or twice, on nights when Prompto couldn't take it any more. Nights when she had gone for the secret stash of liquor and they made themselves forget, just for a little while.
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It's something that Prompto would like to think he's accepted during the ten long years without Noctis. They all knew the truth, in the end, what would need to happen. If pressed, Prompto couldn't even have told when he realized what the truth was, but he would have bet that unconsciously, he knew even before they had lost him to the Crystal. It feels like everything, sometimes, comes down to that Crystal.
"...to the hells with the Crystal," Prompto whispers, but in the silence of the empty Citadel, it's loud enough to hear clearly. "It took Noctis away." At his side, there's a quiet creak of leather as his fist tightens up unconsciously. "It decided to take him away for ten years and left the world to rot for it. It let the Scourage get worse. It let people die. It- It took him, for whatever reason it decided it couldn't just do it on its own." Even his jaw begins to hurt as he clenches it.
It's the kind of rare anger few have ever truly seen. In the years between then and now, Cindy had, once or twice, on nights when Prompto couldn't take it any more. Nights when she had gone for the secret stash of liquor and they made themselves forget, just for a little while.