[It's because he's unafraid, though--sure, the line of questioning bothers him, makes his heart sink deep down to the bottom of his boots, ripe for the squashing, but he's not scared to hurt--that he looks away again and keeps talking.]
Both, honestly. Not from losing Lady Lunafreya--there was no point to that. There was no reason to kill her except to hurt... hurt all of us.
[As Prompto speaks, his expression wavers between that grief and pain and an equally visible, equally powerful resolve. An angry resolve. Fuck that guy, says his resolve; we're going to make something better.]
But I learned a lot from other stuff that happened. Even if all of it was bad. And I lost--we lost...
[He trails off, then breathes noisily out and rakes both hands back through his hair.]
We lost a lot. [Prompto blinks quickly, still looking ahead, but the set of his mouth is firm.] I'm not losing anything else. And we're gonna get it back.
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Both, honestly. Not from losing Lady Lunafreya--there was no point to that. There was no reason to kill her except to hurt... hurt all of us.
[As Prompto speaks, his expression wavers between that grief and pain and an equally visible, equally powerful resolve. An angry resolve. Fuck that guy, says his resolve; we're going to make something better.]
But I learned a lot from other stuff that happened. Even if all of it was bad. And I lost--we lost...
[He trails off, then breathes noisily out and rakes both hands back through his hair.]
We lost a lot. [Prompto blinks quickly, still looking ahead, but the set of his mouth is firm.] I'm not losing anything else. And we're gonna get it back.