[ Noctis ignores the ache in his back, because ow, that really hurt -- and they've actually somehow tipped into a cell, but Noctis ignores just how insane it all is, scrambling to his feet when he sees what's on the right wall.
It's startling, he knows Prompto is here by his side, very much alive, but he's there, too! He's there, and Noctis can never resist surging to his side, desperate to free him from the contraption. Is it a trap? Is this the real him? ]
Prompto -- [ he looks back at the other one, anxious, demanding answers. ] C'mon. This is you, right?
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[ Noctis ignores the ache in his back, because ow, that really hurt -- and they've actually somehow tipped into a cell, but Noctis ignores just how insane it all is, scrambling to his feet when he sees what's on the right wall.
It's startling, he knows Prompto is here by his side, very much alive, but he's there, too! He's there, and Noctis can never resist surging to his side, desperate to free him from the contraption. Is it a trap? Is this the real him? ]
Prompto -- [ he looks back at the other one, anxious, demanding answers. ] C'mon. This is you, right?