[Part of it feels like a fresh start, and the rest of it? It feels like his past catching up to him again, that ten years of darkness blanketing Eos no longer a faraway thing -- Prompto is proof of it, standing here before him. And yet anxiety doesn't curl in his chest like it usually does; instead he only finds an anchor in these wretched memories, as if Prompto is the only one standing tall in the whirlwind of doubt and loss and uncertainty. His best friend, finally, here before him so that he can see him again, talk to him again, be with him again.
How cliche, he thinks to himself, when he wonders if he might be dreaming. That he'll wake up and face only the roof of a tent, and continue to trudge on day to day, with only the memory of his friends to guide him. But Prompto's very much here and real. He feels him at the edges of his mind, everything that he is -- still all of that energy and optimism, even if it is wrapped in something more... jaded than before.
But they were all tired in that time, weren't they? This is nothing to be surprised about, he tells himself.]
Y-yeah... [Biting back the way his throat feels tight, he continues with a smile in his words.]
Some things never change, but... here, we got a lot to catch up on.
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How cliche, he thinks to himself, when he wonders if he might be dreaming. That he'll wake up and face only the roof of a tent, and continue to trudge on day to day, with only the memory of his friends to guide him. But Prompto's very much here and real. He feels him at the edges of his mind, everything that he is -- still all of that energy and optimism, even if it is wrapped in something more... jaded than before.
But they were all tired in that time, weren't they? This is nothing to be surprised about, he tells himself.]
Y-yeah... [Biting back the way his throat feels tight, he continues with a smile in his words.]
Some things never change, but... here, we got a lot to catch up on.