It feels a little weird having a heated conversation with the back of Gladio's head. Prompto figures he'll be very intimate with the guy's mullet after this.

"I-I don't think so. I think it was real," Prompto says, although he does wonder and the thing is, he can't say he's sure. For all he knows it could be an illusion like what happened on the train. Some trick up Ardyn's long, fancy-pants sleeve. No idea how he does it, if it's magic like Noct's or it's some new kind that they've never seen until now and that thought legit scares him. "I don't know. Maybe we'll find answers here."

Prompto shivers at the idea of having to wander around Gralea any longer. He's been stuck more or less in the same building, as far as he can tell, but he would've thought there would be more people out. So far it's just been daemons and MTs and while he has an idea what's going on with the new, stronger daemon's sprouting up out of nowhere, he hadn't thought it would happen this fast. There's no way the Imperial capitol could be cleaned out...right? They can't be the only humans out here.

He realizes with a start that he's unconsciously starting to hug Gladio to him. With a muttered apology, Prompto loosens his arms from around his neck, legs from where they'd tightened around his stomach.