He swallowed. It was a lot to take in at all, so difficult when it came to actual realizations that Noctis would be leaving them all too soon, way too soon. He needed to stop crying.

"I just feel like I shouldn't tell you, I mean I'm not the one who's gonna-"

No, he couldn't say it. He looked away at the table, at his fidgeting hands. If ever there was an appropriate time to be distressed, this was it.

"Iggy and I aren't going to sit back, you know?" He told him suddenly, now meeting Noctis' eyes.

"We're not. We're going to do everything we can. There has to be something."

Prompto didn't care if he sounded desperate, because he was desperate.