Prompto's legs tighten around Gladio for a moment as they round a corner and he holds his breath, half-expecting to find a lurching MT on the other side. "I like the sound of that plan."
And at first he wants to keep his mouth shut because the cowardly part of him doesn't want to buck up. After the first few corners and eerily empty halls, Prompto starts spooking, thinking about what could be around the next corner, the creak and groan that could be a daemon, and he just knows he can't sit on this. He taps Gladio on the chest with his fingers to indicate he should hold up, slow down for a sec. Now that he's free of the fun rack and the Niff curative has cleared his head a bit, numbed the worst of his injuries to an ache, and he figures he better spit it out now than later. For all he knows, there might not even be a later.
"It's about Ardyn," Prompto's voice cracks before he swallows and tries again. "He's...different. Like not just weird, stalkery, totally got issues different." It's a struggle to put on his finger on it, put it in words even though he knows what he saw. What he did. Why he realized that he wasn't getting out of here on his own steam.
"Way back when he brought me here, he tricked me. Made me think I could escape when they still had guards," Prompto sounds bitter now, angry he'd even fallen for it but knowing he'd probably make the same mistake again even though he knows better. "I was desperate, I - I stabbed him...and he laughed it off. Dude didn't even blink."
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And at first he wants to keep his mouth shut because the cowardly part of him doesn't want to buck up. After the first few corners and eerily empty halls, Prompto starts spooking, thinking about what could be around the next corner, the creak and groan that could be a daemon, and he just knows he can't sit on this. He taps Gladio on the chest with his fingers to indicate he should hold up, slow down for a sec. Now that he's free of the fun rack and the Niff curative has cleared his head a bit, numbed the worst of his injuries to an ache, and he figures he better spit it out now than later. For all he knows, there might not even be a later.
"It's about Ardyn," Prompto's voice cracks before he swallows and tries again. "He's...different. Like not just weird, stalkery, totally got issues different." It's a struggle to put on his finger on it, put it in words even though he knows what he saw. What he did. Why he realized that he wasn't getting out of here on his own steam.
"Way back when he brought me here, he tricked me. Made me think I could escape when they still had guards," Prompto sounds bitter now, angry he'd even fallen for it but knowing he'd probably make the same mistake again even though he knows better. "I was desperate, I - I stabbed him...and he laughed it off. Dude didn't even blink."