[Her own name doesn't even look like her name anymore.
Kind of coincidental, because her own body doesn't even feel like her body anymore, either. Not when all of a sudden it's like she's outside of it, somehow, like she's watching herself sitting there holding her own name on a card, and something is terrified and something else is screaming and something beyond that is frozen, and it's all acutely aware of Prompto crouched there at her side. I've been wanting you to know about it..
Not his secret. Not his secret, buried in this chest.
Hers.]
Moran.
[It's a whisper, soft and strangled. A name she never thought she'd make her lips form, ever again.]
Easy to — to pick on. Moron Moran. I never heard the end of it.
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Kind of coincidental, because her own body doesn't even feel like her body anymore, either. Not when all of a sudden it's like she's outside of it, somehow, like she's watching herself sitting there holding her own name on a card, and something is terrified and something else is screaming and something beyond that is frozen, and it's all acutely aware of Prompto crouched there at her side. I've been wanting you to know about it..
Not his secret. Not his secret, buried in this chest.
Hers.]
Moran.
[It's a whisper, soft and strangled. A name she never thought she'd make her lips form, ever again.]
Easy to — to pick on. Moron Moran. I never heard the end of it.
[he knows he knows he knows he knows]
Why was it under all the guns...?