[Prompto doesn't respond right away. It's a heavy thing to say: That strength comes from hurt and loss, and that she knows he'll get stronger. He knows it, too, in his own way. He knows his own youth and inexperience will turn to something else, in time. He's not so young he doesn't know just how young he is or how much more he'll have to go through in the life he's chosen.
But to have her acknowledge it... to hear her talk about grief and sorrow and the growth within them... that strikes Prompto as very, very sad.
He picks up the narwhal and studies its dapper, friendly face for a moment, then sits it in his lap. The space beside him, where Luna placed it--he taps the spot and looks up at her through the floppy screen of his hair.
Sit with him, Luna.]
Is that your strength, Lady Lunafreya? All... all the pain you've gone through all this time?
[His eyes glisten with tears, but with empathy, too. There's no one on Eos who doesn't know the Oracle's story. And Prompto's had the rare privilege of hearing some of its truth from Noct.]
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But to have her acknowledge it... to hear her talk about grief and sorrow and the growth within them... that strikes Prompto as very, very sad.
He picks up the narwhal and studies its dapper, friendly face for a moment, then sits it in his lap. The space beside him, where Luna placed it--he taps the spot and looks up at her through the floppy screen of his hair.
Sit with him, Luna.]
Is that your strength, Lady Lunafreya? All... all the pain you've gone through all this time?
[His eyes glisten with tears, but with empathy, too. There's no one on Eos who doesn't know the Oracle's story. And Prompto's had the rare privilege of hearing some of its truth from Noct.]