You're damn right he was going to be mad. And, fortunately for Prompto, being a black mage at the moment meant he didn't have nearly as strong a punch as usual. If he actually tried to hurt him, which he swore never to purposely do again. He punched Prompto's shoulder, lightly, yet he still had a fire burning in his gaze as he pulled him closer again. Unable to stay so mad at him when he's still upset with himself.

"You idiot," he muttered under his breath, not really sure if he meant Prompto or himself. Maybe even both. It's Complicated.

What was it with his closest friends burning themselves or throwing themselves into situations they could potentially die?