[Prompto is lost for words. The grip he has on Ignis' hand tightens, until he lets go so he can move around to Ignis' side instead. He works his arms around the other man and presses his forehead to his shoulder.
There's no point in asking why. He knows why. He can't even say it was a wrong decision, even if it breaks his heart. All he can think of is finding Ignis and Noct's bodies at the alter and fearing the worst.]
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There's no point in asking why. He knows why. He can't even say it was a wrong decision, even if it breaks his heart. All he can think of is finding Ignis and Noct's bodies at the alter and fearing the worst.]
How...How were you able to...?