Noctis loosened his grip on Prompto, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He knew. He knew Prompto was devastated. He was, too.Had been since he first heard what was expected of him.

Just how many of them knew...?

"Prompto, remember the promise we made." He hated to do that, but- maybe bringing up those words would remind him. "You can't be at my side if either of us are-"

Dead. He shook the thought from his head. "We have time. Let's not waste it."