"Exactly," said Prompto, snapping his fingers and finishing it with a point of his finger her way. "It's not a jinx so much as it's just, like, you know, an inevitability. It's, like...."

He bit his lip a little, trying to think of a good explanation and felt he landed on something they could both easily get.

"...even if you're, like, the worst shot in the world," which neither of them were, of course, but that was kind of the point, "give a person a gun and a million shots, they're gonna hit something, right?"