Noctis had to be hurting as much as he was, if not moreso. Prompto sighed and hugged back, holding him tightly as though he never wanted to let go because if he did, they'd be one step closer to the inevitable.

The damn inevitable truth that the Astrals had it in for Noct, no matter what they did. And they tried - they tried hard to make everything okay again but it never would be.

"You can't- n-no, we can't give up." He clung to him, fingers curling into Noct's shirt. "We have to think of something, something we can give instead, hell, they can have me. I'm not-"

Prompto would lay down his life for Noct to live, that was just how it was. He made that promise when he got his uniform to protect him, to live for him and to ensure he made it through and he took it to heart. Beyond his duty, he was his best friend, the one person in the world that understood him inside out, and the first person in his life to show him kindness.

Not that Lunafreya hadn't, but she hadn't exactly been around.

He honestly had no idea what he would do without Noctis.