[ there's a lot he needs to wrap his head around, but that? no way. that's something he can't accept, and maybe that makes him completely and utterly selfish or just too stupid to realize how important noct is to eos. ]

How can you say that?

[ the words feel thick in his mouth, and never mind the tears. he's starting to get frustrated now, fingers curling at his sides as he stares back at him. prompto searches noct's face for a second or two, trying to figure it all out, but every time he thinks he might have it, it just slips away from him. all the emotion he'd buried before this had all started rises to the surface, a flush crawling up his neck. ]

How can you just say that without trying to change it? What if there's a better way? What if... I dunno, Noct. There has to be something else. There's always something else. [ because that's what happens in video games, right? even if this isn't a video game, it doesn't matter. it should still count. and his heart is going to beat right out of his chest, he just knows it. everything hurts, and he grits his teeth. ] I don't want you to die.