[Here we go, media room. Prompto goes down to the front row and takes a seat near the end, leaving her the corner if she wants it or the seat on his other side if she doesn't need the space an end seat affords her.

He rubs at his palm for a moment, quiet, before he finally starts.]

So the last thing you remember... was hearing that Noct and the rest of us had left for Altissia? So, before the treaty signing?

[Obviously. But he has to check.]