[It's not something Prompto's ever given serious thought. He's always let himself be swept up in whatever's going on around him--school, friends, Noct... a letter from a princess far, far away.]
What--um. [This is kind of personal, and he dithers before asking, but ask he does.] What kind of future do you hope for? I mean, besides saving the world.
[...Lucie... Lucie told him not to ask. But he has to know. He has to know if, in that future, there's something like happiness waiting for them.]
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[It's not something Prompto's ever given serious thought. He's always let himself be swept up in whatever's going on around him--school, friends, Noct... a letter from a princess far, far away.]
What--um. [This is kind of personal, and he dithers before asking, but ask he does.] What kind of future do you hope for? I mean, besides saving the world.
[...Lucie... Lucie told him not to ask. But he has to know. He has to know if, in that future, there's something like happiness waiting for them.]
Do you wanna marry Noct?