Prompto sucked in a deep breaht, arms still folded, trying to think of how he could ever possibly explain to anyone alll the messed up tangle of self-doubt that was in his head. Possibly thinking of a way to try to get out of it. Then let out that breath in realizing that it was a bit too late for that.

"I just can't take anything like that for granted, Nina," he said. "You can't....you don't even know, how extremely lucky I am to be where I am. I'm no one, Nina. Less than no one. But I've earned a spot. And I have keep earning it. I'm not going to just throw all away."