"I'm not taking all the credit," Prompto digs in his feet. "You got the last hit. Least we can do is split it."
Surprisingly enough, hunts still pull in gil. Or it isn't so much the gil as securing a place to sleep for the night surrounded by people, lights, and weapons - not pulling your weight means people talk about the resources you're eating up, how that cot and blanket could go to someone else. Prompto so far hasn't had that problem. One look at Gladio hints he probably didn't either.
Prompto jerks his finger back at where the closest haven is. They aren't exactly as effective as they used to be, but this one's pretty high up a rock outcropping and it seems like the daemons don't really bother with a hike like that. It's safer than spending all night hoofing it on foot back to civilization.
"I saw an old campground that way we could use, if you want." The question is if Gladio still wants to. Toward the end, they were practically sharing blankets. Now, though...he wonders.
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Surprisingly enough, hunts still pull in gil. Or it isn't so much the gil as securing a place to sleep for the night surrounded by people, lights, and weapons - not pulling your weight means people talk about the resources you're eating up, how that cot and blanket could go to someone else. Prompto so far hasn't had that problem. One look at Gladio hints he probably didn't either.
Prompto jerks his finger back at where the closest haven is. They aren't exactly as effective as they used to be, but this one's pretty high up a rock outcropping and it seems like the daemons don't really bother with a hike like that. It's safer than spending all night hoofing it on foot back to civilization.
"I saw an old campground that way we could use, if you want." The question is if Gladio still wants to. Toward the end, they were practically sharing blankets. Now, though...he wonders.