Prompto, do you want your king and best friend to squeeze all the air out of you? Because no. Just no. "It isn't." Noctis let out a shaky breath, voice hoarse from all the bitter sobbing.

"Only if you don't talk like that." It was an ultimatum that Prompto would have to accept. He wasn't going to let any of them die for him or in his place, if that was even possible.

"They can't," he confirmed. "At least, I don't think so. The Ring hasn't responded since we got here." So unless they suddenly appeared in the Dream Width... in which case? Shit. "Whatever happens, none of you are dying for me."

And that was final.