"I know it was." Prompto said, looking at his glass for the moment. "I still felt a twist in my gut...still...surprised at myself because I never killed anyone before. At least, someone who wasn't an MT, and that makes me kind of sick too."

How many of them had they killed?

"Before I left, Aranea and I destroyed their weapon, the base..." At least he'd accomplished something. "It was all a game to him."

Ardyn hadn't cared if Prompto interfered with any of that, obviously, and he'd let him leave. "I was recaptured in Gralea." A game of cat and mouse, one he was destined to lose.