[ His voice hitches, desperate to say something else, to dig deeper into that response. It's the only hope he has that maybe there's another way around this. There has to be another way. Why do the Astrals just get to decide that anyway? So what if a lot of people have sacrificed for Noctis? That was their choice. That doesn't mean...he shouldn't have to.
But Prompto is acutely aware of the effect that his words could have on his friend, and that trying to influence this choice one way or the other is incredibly selfish. Whatever lies ahead of him...only Noctis can make that choice. It doesn't matter in the end, what Prompto wants. If it is the only way, if it's what Noctis chooses to do...
But just to think it nearly brings tears to his eyes, so his gaze drops away, his head hanging heavily. ]
Noct...you know whatever you do, I've got your back, right? 'Til the bitter end.
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But Prompto is acutely aware of the effect that his words could have on his friend, and that trying to influence this choice one way or the other is incredibly selfish. Whatever lies ahead of him...only Noctis can make that choice. It doesn't matter in the end, what Prompto wants. If it is the only way, if it's what Noctis chooses to do...
But just to think it nearly brings tears to his eyes, so his gaze drops away, his head hanging heavily. ]
Noct...you know whatever you do, I've got your back, right? 'Til the bitter end.
[ Ever at his side, as he promised. ]