"Right," Prompto breathed out a small laugh, to accompany a small little smile, "because you're too smart for that. Which is why it sort of blows my mind a little how someone so smart could still manage to do stuff that's really....like, pretty dumb."

And since he figured she'd immediately try to object to that, he tried to cut off her objections by forging forward with, "Hold on. I'm going to get there. In this future, what you did was dumb because you just didn't know, no one knew before it was too late, but now we do know, so maybe we can just manage to avoid it all together. Like, this weekend gave us the chance to change it, and the real dumb thing would be not using that.

"There's..." He sucked in a breath, bit his lip again, and, milkshake pretty much forgotten and abandoned on the floor beside him right then, his attention was mostly down toward his own lap, where he cradled one wrist in his other hand, rubbing a thumb against the leather straps there, "something wrong with me, Nina. Physically. I don't really want to talk about it, because I don't think I completely understand it myself, and a lot of my memories from last weekend are getting really blurry now, anyway. I don't know if that's just what happens with the possible future things or if it's just because my self-awareness is already changing things, or what, but the point is...no matter what happens, I'm....probably not going to make it too long. Which means..."

He forced himself to look up at her now, firmly, unfaltering. "It would be pretty dumb of someone to go and sacrifice herself to protect someone else who was going to die anyway, right?"

She was smart. She could put the pieces together.

He hoped. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to say it any more directly than that.