A small favour that he wasn't killed, he supposes, but he's far too amusing alive, at least he's been told that. He fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist.

"I'm not-" His voice caught a moment. "I'm not done, Iggy."

Prompto sucked in a breath, it was all about to go to hell in a handbasket.

"After I was rescued and we t-talked about what I found out." Something he would gloss over for the moment and he would have to come back to because he owed it to his friend.

"We spent the night, and then we went to find the crystal." Prompto hadn't really wanted to spend the night, but he wasn't in the best physical condition when they found him.

"Noct, um, he touched it and it..." He didn't know how to break this news, to him it was more devastating than everything else.

"He's gone. I don't know, like he was sucked into the crystal and the Chancellor came and he's waiting. He's waiting for Noct to come back, whatever it's going to do for him and we-" He swallowed.

"We can't do anything Iggy. He can't die. I tried. Gladio tried. I do not miss. I know I shot him in the head and he just got up!"

Prompto's breathing was hitching and he was feeling a fresh flare of panic which he did not need, it was not going to help him explain matters at all.

"Sorry, I- and then since then, we had to leave it's been a week, he's not back yet and just, there's no sun and everything's..." He waved his hand. Gone to hell. That was the perfect way to describe it.