"I don't....think it's that simple," Prompto admitted quietly, shaking his head. "I think...if it was, then it wouldn't still be an issue in a future where I have access to literally tons of different realities and universes with countless different magic and medical advances and healing techniques."

Some things were just...defective beyond repair, because, apparently, some things just weren't built to last...

Prompto pressed his lips together against the building swell of tears that he'd thankfully had plenty of practice forcing down every time he let himself think about it, and tried to steer things back on task.

"And I guess...I guess that's all I can ask, is that you just...know. And you be careful, and that you don't just throw yourself into something because you don't think it'll matter, because it will matter, it does matter, and don't try to fight me on it when I tell you something's too dangerous or I don't want you going, it's not anything against you, it's just that I'm going to be worried, I'm going to be going into everything wondering if this is when something finally happens that we can't ever take back. And I was...part of me was really wondering if it would just be better if, like, you know, we just...didn't talk any more or anything, because then you'll never have to be in that sort of situation at all, but then Thursday happened, and..."

He sniffled a little, tried to swallow down the lump in this throat, but it wasn't going anywhere, and he shrugged, tried chasing it all away with a faint smile. "We're pretty much stuck with each other now. Unbreakable, right?"

Said the sad, already broken boy.