"And that's a dumb choice," Prompto said, a little more harshly than he'd wanted to, especially with her sounding the way she did just then, but he also felt that if he didn't be harsh about it, she'd never get it through her stubborn little skull. "Becaues then both of us wind up dead, and what good does that do anybody? And don't even act like it wouldn't even matter if you died, either, okay? Because a lot of people love you, too, and, believe me, it's not like the world just forgets. I lived through that aftermath, I know what it did to everyone. I"m starting to forget, it's all sort of fading on me, but I still feel surprised that Owen didn't just punch my light's out for it the moment he saw me, for crying out loud! And I wouldn't have blamed him for it at all, either! I kinda want to punch myself out for it!"

Yes. Punch. Present tense. For something a future version of himself allowed to happen that might not even actually happen anymore.