[There's nothing he can do. Prompto's as trapped as she is, and all he can offer is to rub her back, let her lean on him for a while. He's little, but he's not weak.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Chloe. Your home--
[His own voice threatens to break, so he cuts himself off before it can, forces the knot back down his throat.
His arms are strong enough to hold those heavy-ass Niflheim machine guns. They're strong enough to hold Chloe.]
I-it's the worst. I won't... There's nothing okay about this.
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[There's nothing he can do. Prompto's as trapped as she is, and all he can offer is to rub her back, let her lean on him for a while. He's little, but he's not weak.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Chloe. Your home--
[His own voice threatens to break, so he cuts himself off before it can, forces the knot back down his throat.
His arms are strong enough to hold those heavy-ass Niflheim machine guns. They're strong enough to hold Chloe.]
I-it's the worst. I won't... There's nothing okay about this.