She wanted to cry herself, for his total betrayal and for the fear this was inspiring in her. Nina hadn't felt so physically helpless in a long, long time. Normally, normally, if Prompto had tried this, she'd have been able to hand his ass to him easily and get away.

Now, though, thanks to her stupid plastic body, the best she could do was ineffectually squirm, try and kick and hit—the kicks couldn't come close to hitting him, thanks to her joints not working that way and her hands just sort of slid off of his plastic body—and, and he was taking her to the Toybox.

He could cry all he wanted! She was the one terrified!

"But I haven't done anything bad!" she protested. "I haven't, Prompto! You'd have noticed!"

She'd thrown a party! People had had fun!