It wasn't his memory and he couldn't shut Ardyn up. No matter how much he'd tried even in their time together, he couldn't keep him quiet. He'd never managed and he certainly wasn't going to keep quiet now.

He was related to Noctis. On what planet did that even make sense?

He opened his mouth to say something but Ardyn said the line that sent shivers down his spine, and made him pale at the thought of having to spend more time entertaining the man.

His expression when Noctis was sucked in looked anguished, almost as though he might be sick. There was a light and a moment for him to catch his breath. Ardyn wasn't there.

"Noct." He choked out softly, but the memories were coming hard and fast, Noctis' anguish because he was missing, he hadn't really considered that, Ardyn taunting him with his gun, which just made him nauseous. At the same time, he'd been hanging there, in that cage, being told his friends would never come for him, how worthless he was except as a plaything.

Prompto swallowed and shook off his own memories. This was not his dream, these were not his memories.

Noctis was curled up, the memories had ended and there was only one thing he could do.

He dropped to his knees behind Noctis and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tightly.