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[ Denial's a good way to start. As easy as it is for Noctis to accept it, that he'd die for his friends, for everyone, no question... It's harder to accept leaving them. How's he supposed to repeat it to Prompto now when it was so hard to say the first time? He cowers at the intent look in those trusting blue eyes, ducking his head and leaning an arm on his knee, looking down. If accepting it means hurting Prompto like that... He chickens out. ]

Dunno. Maybe not.

[ Even if there is no other way and it's a waste of time looking, at least they can pretend for a while. The pain just at the idea of separation has to lessen eventually. ...Right? ]