[Maybe if this weren't so strange, so alarming--maybe if this weren't the very first execution, Prompto would know not to look.
As it is, he casts around wildly as the glass bubbles come up and beats his fist against the inside, panicked. The two about to be punished, executed, killed, they're right next to him. He can see their fear.]
Don't--let us out! Tsurugi! Lucie!
[And then it happens, and no sound comes out of him at all.
When the bubble recedes, Prompto just stands there for a moment, stock-still, shell-shocked. Is he even breathing? Do his eyes see anything?
Unhappily, though, it seems Lucina's last wish is fulfilled. Prompto breathes in. He's alive. And his living, trembling knees buckle once more and he crumples onto his podium, clinging to it with nerveless, shaking hands.
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As it is, he casts around wildly as the glass bubbles come up and beats his fist against the inside, panicked. The two about to be punished, executed, killed, they're right next to him. He can see their fear.]
Don't--let us out! Tsurugi! Lucie!
[And then it happens, and no sound comes out of him at all.
When the bubble recedes, Prompto just stands there for a moment, stock-still, shell-shocked. Is he even breathing? Do his eyes see anything?
Unhappily, though, it seems Lucina's last wish is fulfilled. Prompto breathes in. He's alive. And his living, trembling knees buckle once more and he crumples onto his podium, clinging to it with nerveless, shaking hands.
He wails into the instrument of her death--]
LUCINA!