He knows... he knows too well what the future holds. And he begs to every Astral that he what he heard was some kind of dream, a nightmare. But his gut feeling is telling him it's not.

The talk about chocobos and food are keeping the dark clouds at bay for now. Despite them being far away from home the thoughts come back when he's by himself. Having Noct next to him, alive and well, feels almost unreal.

It's not his fault yellow that yellow chocobos are more gentle than black ones.

"It would give Prompto a heart attack as well," Ignis adds. He turns off the water, since he's done, and grabs a towel to dry his hands.