[Bone, muscle, and power against his throat, fury spat in his face, a nightmare chase through a crowded train. Prompto twists his hands in his lap, not meeting her gaze at all.]
...It couldn't happen.
[It's a dream he's had before, all his life, in different forms--running, running, unwanted, thrown away.]
He wouldn't do that to me. So it had to be a dream.
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...It couldn't happen.
[It's a dream he's had before, all his life, in different forms--running, running, unwanted, thrown away.]
He wouldn't do that to me. So it had to be a dream.