[He doesn't know. What is he going to do? What can he do? All alone, without Noct, without the guys... Prompto's nothing. The thought to crawl under the covers and hide there until it's all over is overpowering.

But the thought that this might never be over--that they'll be stuck here in these same rooms, with this same one hall, with this same trapped, helpless, dreadful feeling, forever--that turns his stomach over. It's so much scarier than the thought of trying. Of continuing to work together.

Prompto breathes in, lets the air shakily out. Yuri's in a bad way. What would... what would Gladio say, with his strength?]

I... t-today, I'm gonna cry. [He swallows and shuts his eyes tightly, shakes his head.] I'm gonna cry and cry until nothing comes out because I'm--I'm scared, and... and Chloe was a good friend.

[Yuri won't show weakness. But Prompto is nothing but weaknesses, and if he couldn't show them, he'd have to become invisible. And he can't go back to that.]

And then tomorrow... I'm gonna think.

[Iggy, lend him your level head.]

I'm gonna keep thinking of a way out of here. For all of us. Because we can't--we can't stay here.

[Chloe never stopped fighting. He can do no less. Where would Noct, angry, broken Noct lead them, to make meaning out of all this heartache in the dark?]

And I'm never, ever, ever going to forget her.