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Prompto awoke the next morning to the sound of barking in the distance, something oddly familiar about it, and, needless to say, it caught his attention. The night had been a rough one, his sleep fitful and distressed as Aranea's questions marched through his brain relentlessly.
What did he want? What was he after?
( But he knew what he wanted…. )
In the next moment, Prompto was back to sitting there, in the snow, but there was no Pryna, there were no magitek corpses or Noctis with his sword. It was just him...and his camera in his hand. And a new resolve, a new determination, a new goal.
Or rather, a very needed reminder of an old one. He knew what he wanted, and he promised he'd try, no matter what. And he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. Not anymore.
[[ because what existential crisis doesn't need a nice mystical dog-fueled fever dream of reconciliation, you guys, am I right? Obviously lifted from Episode Prompto, with the usual little fandom-flair here and there. Only two parts today! NFB, NFI, OOC, blah blah blah]]
What did he want? What was he after?
( But he knew what he wanted…. )
In the next moment, Prompto was back to sitting there, in the snow, but there was no Pryna, there were no magitek corpses or Noctis with his sword. It was just him...and his camera in his hand. And a new resolve, a new determination, a new goal.
Or rather, a very needed reminder of an old one. He knew what he wanted, and he promised he'd try, no matter what. And he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. Not anymore.
[[ because what existential crisis doesn't need a nice mystical dog-fueled fever dream of reconciliation, you guys, am I right? Obviously lifted from Episode Prompto, with the usual little fandom-flair here and there. Only two parts today! NFB, NFI, OOC, blah blah blah]]
