Noct shook his head, holding onto Prompto tighter. No, it didn't make sense. At all. He wanted to knock some sense into him but right now he just- couldn't.

"You know that means nothing to me," he choked out, only holding on tighter. He doesn't care about where people are from, what their positions are other than what he has to do for political reasons. It doesn't matter. It doesn't. "You're good enough for me. Always have, always will be. And I'm not letting you go, either."

A week. It's been a week already between his entering the Crystal, and-

Yeah. He's just going to be hugging even tighter, Prompto. For a while, before he could force himself to speak again. By then, some of the sobbing quieted down, as he absorbed what was said. "I don't- know how much time we have here, or if we'll get back. But, we'll think of something."

There had to be a way. And if there wasn't, then... he'd do it. He'd do it and watch over them like Luna watched over him.