Aside from what he would have been, mindlessly serving the empire, even before he met Noct, he'd been crippled by his anxiety to the point that even leaving Insomnia would never have occurred to him.

He'd likely have been lost when Insomnia fell.

Prompto didn't like to play what if, because their meeting, their friendship seemed to be fate, at least Lunafreya might have thought so.

He'd been moving around the house, skittish and ghost-like. He was afraid of imposing himself upon those he didn't really know well. It wasn't that he was a terrible housemate, but in his life he learned to avoid other people, don't make a mess and keep out of the way. Ardyn found a way to twist the knife in every bad thought he'd ever had.

Every night, he relived those words. It was torment, torment that didn't seem to end just because he was no longer in the Keep.

"I...wish I knew." He confessed at a whisper, swallowing nervously. "I wish I knew how to fix it."

He did not feel safe, he felt scared, and he wasn't sure the new world was helping with that, because what if Ardyn followed them?

Sometimes, he dreamed about that.

The only consolation was that when he snapped, taunted until he felt raw and he was ready to scream, when he pulled the trigger, Ardyn stayed down.