[ he nods, staring out at the waves, and it's... it should be calming, relaxing. it should ease the stress that's been building in his chest since his talk with ignis, but it doesn't. it doesn't do any of that, and prompto hates feeling like he's out of the loop or not good enough to stand right beside noct and tackle everything head-on.

he's learned to accept a lot about himself, but he doesn't think that will ever be something he can agree with. ]

I'm not sure how to say it so I'm just gonna say it. [ he needs to take a deep breath first. ] How come you never told me about this prophecy thing? Was it a secret?