It's a stricken Prompto carrying a bloody knife who drifts into the library, looking like he might cry or faint or worse. But he won't... he can't accept that Miki's gone, not unless he sees her.
And he does see her from the doorway, and the sight of Miki slumped against the wall snuffs out that last little hopeful scrap of denial Prompto had. A whimper catches in his throat and he stumbles a couple steps forward before sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor.]
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It's a stricken Prompto carrying a bloody knife who drifts into the library, looking like he might cry or faint or worse. But he won't... he can't accept that Miki's gone, not unless he sees her.
And he does see her from the doorway, and the sight of Miki slumped against the wall snuffs out that last little hopeful scrap of denial Prompto had. A whimper catches in his throat and he stumbles a couple steps forward before sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor.]
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