Apparently, Prompto was making it a bit of a habit to endear himself to important strangers from Lucis. First Cor, then Regis, and even Noct. It wasn't even a conscious attempt to do so, his warm personality just shone through. If it weren't for the fact he bore an uncanny resemblance to a much younger, far less crazy Verstael Besithia it would be hard to even picture him as part of the Empire at all.
When Noctis clenched his fists in a tight death grip, almost tight enough to injure himself, Prompto wanted nothing more than to reach across and pull him into a hug. That felt like crossing a line though. Fist-bumps were one thing, but full on hugging? The big guy would run in here and stab him for sure.
Clarus Amicitia. Prompto wasn't sure how he felt about knowing the name. On the one hand, it made everything more real. Real people with real names was a lot harder to deal with than nameless masses in a crowd. On the other hand, he now had a name to put to the face of the man who saved his life.
It also explained why Gladio despised him so much. Not only was he a Niff, which was bad enough in Gladio's mind. But he was a Niff who had escaped alive with the King, when it should've been Clarus by the King's side.
"If it hadn't been for Lord Amicitia... neither the King or I would've made it out alive." Well, technically, if it hadn't been for Noctis and the phoenix down then the King would've perished anyway. Prompto had tried his hardest to keep the King alive and safe. He didn't have healing magic, he didn't have a lot of first aid knowledge. All he could do was keep the pressure on the wound and try to keep Regis conscious.
He feels sick to his stomach again as he thinks back. If Noctis hadn't shown up, he doesn't know what he would've done.
"I still can't believe it was all a lie. Everything is fucked up. If the Empire had just signed the treaty the world would be at peace right now." Prompto heaved out a sigh. "You know what the first thing I was gonna do after the treaty? I was gonna enroll at the university in Insomnia." Poor sunshine boy really hadn't known it was all lies.
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When Noctis clenched his fists in a tight death grip, almost tight enough to injure himself, Prompto wanted nothing more than to reach across and pull him into a hug. That felt like crossing a line though. Fist-bumps were one thing, but full on hugging? The big guy would run in here and stab him for sure.
Clarus Amicitia. Prompto wasn't sure how he felt about knowing the name. On the one hand, it made everything more real. Real people with real names was a lot harder to deal with than nameless masses in a crowd. On the other hand, he now had a name to put to the face of the man who saved his life.
It also explained why Gladio despised him so much. Not only was he a Niff, which was bad enough in Gladio's mind. But he was a Niff who had escaped alive with the King, when it should've been Clarus by the King's side.
"If it hadn't been for Lord Amicitia... neither the King or I would've made it out alive." Well, technically, if it hadn't been for Noctis and the phoenix down then the King would've perished anyway. Prompto had tried his hardest to keep the King alive and safe. He didn't have healing magic, he didn't have a lot of first aid knowledge. All he could do was keep the pressure on the wound and try to keep Regis conscious.
He feels sick to his stomach again as he thinks back. If Noctis hadn't shown up, he doesn't know what he would've done.
"I still can't believe it was all a lie. Everything is fucked up. If the Empire had just signed the treaty the world would be at peace right now." Prompto heaved out a sigh. "You know what the first thing I was gonna do after the treaty? I was gonna enroll at the university in Insomnia." Poor sunshine boy really hadn't known it was all lies.