[prompto hesitates, but does eventually give in, nodding.]
[he starts... as far back as he can, on their leaving cape caem. there's a small amount of cheer in his voice as he retells about the words of encouragement from everyone, about iris and jared, on how it'd been fun to be in the ocean for the first time--and alongside cid. altissia was beautiful--and this is when prompto remembers he actually has pictures.]
[he brings out his camera and the pictures he keeps inside his vest's pocket, and starts shuffling to the right ones. there's the picture they took in caem before leaving, of altissia, luna's dress, leviathan, of lunafreya standing before the people of altissia, and a couple more action shots. if gladiolus were to continue looking through them, he'll notice the pictures stop for the most part. prompto felt terrible at the idea of taking a picture of ignis, when they were on the train and in search of the royal tomb, so he hadn't.]
Noct was out for a number of days, after Lunafreya...
[the retelling of events goes hand-in-hand with the pictures as gladiolus sees them. he tries to explain what happened in the train as best he can--of gladio getting into a fight with noct, of noctis keeping to himself more--grins a bit when recounting that ignis showed them he's not really--hopeless, even being blind.]
After that we returned to the train, towards Tenebrae. I think you guys argued about not needing to stay there too long, that we had to get to Niflheim.
[prompto was just stressed about making sure everyone was friends again? fine? not upset? it had been hard, and in the end he stuck with noctis, and explains that gladiolus and ignis worked together to get the train running again when the empire attacked them.]
...Ardyn was there, the chancellor. He was messing with us. With Noct. [frowns; he still has no idea what that guy is up to.] When the train was moving, I-- Noct pushed me off. I think he must have been tricked. I don't remember much of what happened afterwards...
[whether he's lying or not, prompto is looking away, uncomfortable.]
I don't ... know how long I was captive for, but... I guess that's why I look all messed up.
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[he starts... as far back as he can, on their leaving cape caem. there's a small amount of cheer in his voice as he retells about the words of encouragement from everyone, about iris and jared, on how it'd been fun to be in the ocean for the first time--and alongside cid. altissia was beautiful--and this is when prompto remembers he actually has pictures.]
[he brings out his camera and the pictures he keeps inside his vest's pocket, and starts shuffling to the right ones. there's the picture they took in caem before leaving, of altissia, luna's dress, leviathan, of lunafreya standing before the people of altissia, and a couple more action shots. if gladiolus were to continue looking through them, he'll notice the pictures stop for the most part. prompto felt terrible at the idea of taking a picture of ignis, when they were on the train and in search of the royal tomb, so he hadn't.]
Noct was out for a number of days, after Lunafreya...
[the retelling of events goes hand-in-hand with the pictures as gladiolus sees them. he tries to explain what happened in the train as best he can--of gladio getting into a fight with noct, of noctis keeping to himself more--grins a bit when recounting that ignis showed them he's not really--hopeless, even being blind.]
After that we returned to the train, towards Tenebrae. I think you guys argued about not needing to stay there too long, that we had to get to Niflheim.
[prompto was just stressed about making sure everyone was friends again? fine? not upset? it had been hard, and in the end he stuck with noctis, and explains that gladiolus and ignis worked together to get the train running again when the empire attacked them.]
...Ardyn was there, the chancellor. He was messing with us. With Noct. [frowns; he still has no idea what that guy is up to.] When the train was moving, I-- Noct pushed me off. I think he must have been tricked. I don't remember much of what happened afterwards...
[whether he's lying or not, prompto is looking away, uncomfortable.]
I don't ... know how long I was captive for, but... I guess that's why I look all messed up.