Prompto understood that exact feeling. He hadn't had anyone in his life before Noctis who paid him any mind, attention or care. He was unwanted. He was nothing, until fateful meetings and his destiny changed its course again.

He never pictured their time would come to an end. Not until they were old and grey and ready for it. Noctis was a lifelong friend, that was all there was to it.

He nodded a little to acknowledge Ignis' words.

"Yeah. Yeah I...Yeah. I needed to-" He choked back another sob, he couldn't say it. He didn't know how he was going to face it. He hadn't planned for this.

Somewhere, the Astrals were laughing at him, as he often thought they did. "Damn the Six." He cursed because he knew it was their fault too. "And damn Ardyn and just why? It's not fair. It's not and he has to- he should get to grow up! Get old and stuff!"

It wasn't just about him, more than him Noct was losing out on yet another opportunity.

The Gods were cruel.