What if . . . Prompto witnessed Noctis take his final breath at the end of the game before dawn came again ?
What If..? Scenarios | accepting but slowwwww
He didn't-- He didn't know why, he didn't know--
Their numbers were starting to dwindle. The daemons. They were still fighting, yeah, but he noticed it on reloading. A few less emerged from the shadow on the ground each time a new wave came, and then...
"You guys got this." He'd already turned to sprint up the stairs, just knowing. It was a feeling in his gut, it was an instinct he couldn't define, didn't understand, didn't want to understand, it was--
Prompto had no memory of the elevator ride. Little memory of the direction he sprinted in, but he knew, he knew where to go, he knew where Noct was, he knew...
And in some ways, he also knew what he'd find. It wasn't like they hadn't been told. At the campfire. Like he didn't try his best to hold in the sadness and the rage and smile.
Like the weak smile that greeted him after he'd managed to take the stairs three, four at a time, managed to face the throne and-- It--
Noct. He couldn't say it. The... the sword through his chest. The look on his face, the...
He smiled. One more moment. Smiled at him, and then his eyes just sort of...
Dimmed.
So did Prompto. Falling to his knees at his king's feet. Laying his head in his best friend's lap. Sobbing for--
More. More than that. More.
He didn't feel the warmth of the sunlight on his back.















