A part of Prompto felt that it might have actually been better if he had actually been stuck again, or stayed stuck the first time, but he wasn't about to actually say that out loud.

And if Liz was scared by just him seemingly disappearing, what would she have felt if she actually saw him? What he'd become? What he was probably meant to be all along?

He did a poor job of suppressing a shudder, scrambled for something to say.

"I wasn't stuck," he started, because while that wasn't the whole of it, there was a kernel of reassurance in there, too, right? "I...I was actually here, a few times, but I wasn't...me."

That wasn't me.

He had to remind himself of that. That wasn't him. That wasn't who he was, even if it was what he had been 'born' to be...

That wasn't me. That's not me. It isn't who I am.

"It's...." he added shakily, "complicated. I don't even know if I get it, but it doesn't matter. It's over now. That's all that matters..."