@prisedefer -- ( Continuation. )
[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝ ;; – The concept of carrying a gun, while outwardly seemingly pointless for someone who’s blind, was actually Prompto’s idea. Against other people who were not completely aware of just how blind he is it was enough to keep them from trying to harm him. Purely it’s a close quarters thing-- insurance he desperately needed, based entirely on fear of death in others.
“Come now, we both know the gun is pointed at you,” Ignis doesn’t have his finger on the trigger, but if not for curiosity perhaps he would. Ravus was not supposed to be alive but his voice was unmistakable.
“Then what are you doing here? Last I recalled, you were dead, and now you’re here. My being here should concern you no more than your own existence should.”
