"No, I agree with you. We have to...we have to do something." Prompto answered, his fingers curling into fists on his lap, even though he couldn't stem the flow of tears down his cheeks. All of this was too much, too unfair and too cruel.

He hated it. He wasn't mad at Ignis, no, there was no need to shoot the messenger.

"I wish it did. I don't-no one knows why you lost it so I can't say what you gave it up for, except to save Noct. That we know."

Prompto sniffled, he was not a delicate crier, at all. His face was blotchy, his eyes red and puffy.

"It's not fair, it's just not fair, I don't know how I can just let that happen. I can't Iggy, I can't."