"Everyone dies," he replied, not hesitating like the other to say it. Even though it tears him up inside to do so. "And- I'd rather not be treated any differently."
Please don't treat him like he's made of glass. He couldn't handle that if that's how he's treated the rest of their time here. Yet that desperation and determination in Prompto's eyes eased some of that worry.
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Please don't treat him like he's made of glass. He couldn't handle that if that's how he's treated the rest of their time here. Yet that desperation and determination in Prompto's eyes eased some of that worry.
"If only we could weaken him somehow beforehand."