[ it's a lot to take in, and all prompto can do is follow noct's lead. this is what he was born to do, he thinks. stay with him until the very end. but even that feels like too much, a solid reminder that he has to fight to make a difference, change the future somehow. he can't bring ivy back now that she's gone, the thought crushing his lungs until he can't breathe, but maybe... no, he couldn't fix this. all he could do was give noct all the time they had together and hope it was enough. all of this feels like too much again, and when they're tucked together in bed, prompto faces him with courage he doesn't have. ]

I know. [ a long pause, and he's sure noct can hear him swallow. ] Noct, I – [ he swallows again. ] I'm scared. [ the confession is sharp and cuts him deep, his fingers reaching out to twine in noct's shirt. ] I don't want that to happen to us. What if... you could be gone one day too. Or Iggy, Gladio, Cor. It could be any of us, and we wouldn't know.