[One beat. Two. And then realization dawns cold and terrible on Prompto: If she only let me die.]
What... no, that's--that's not...
[His own bad dream flies out of his head entirely, because this--this is worse. Chloe, angry, punk Chloe, telling her best friend to let her get killed?
He leans towards her over the table, reaching out to hang onto her hand.]
That's not fair. That's--how can that be the only way? H-how can that be what really happened?
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What... no, that's--that's not...
[His own bad dream flies out of his head entirely, because this--this is worse. Chloe, angry, punk Chloe, telling her best friend to let her get killed?
He leans towards her over the table, reaching out to hang onto her hand.]
That's not fair. That's--how can that be the only way? H-how can that be what really happened?