Considering Prompto had spent his life in the middle of the Empire, he had been ridiculously sheltered from all things death and war. He had been safely tucked up at home when his mother perished. Hell, the poor kid hadn't even known she was dead for the first few days. He'd just assumed she was away working as she often was.

The only reason he knew how to use various types of guns was that he had taught himself just to relieve boredom at the facility. There were always weapons hanging around waiting to arm the MTs and the Troopers. He just decided one day to learn how to use them. Almost dislocated his shoulder the first time he fired one.

Still, it had proved an invaluable skill today. He had killed. But he had also helped to save the King. To get both Noctis and Regis out of Insomnia in one piece. That was what he had to focus on. It was hard though. His mind kept repeating the events of the day over and over like a looped recording.

He took the offered washcloth and wiped his face. He muttered an apology while gesturing in the general vom vicinity. At least he had moved away from the seating area before blowing chunks.

Once he looked almost presentable, he chanced a look at Noctis. "I told you back on the truck, 'I got your back'. I meant it." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not a soldier. I'm nothing really. But I'm with you. If you'll have me."