Prompto shook his head. "I'm not sure. I don't even know how many people made it out... At the very least it will be a while before it's even a possibility. The place is probably crawling with daemons, and without the crystal, we have no way to keep them out. We were on our way to meet up with some refugees but..." He gestured to the library around him. His journey at least had been thoroughly detoured.
He startled as a future memory/possibly vision burst through the room.
Flight, Maybe?
The memory dawned like blinking awake on a sunny afternoon. One minute the library was dim and fire lit, the next, bright sunlight streamed through from beyond the rafters. The point of view was just behind memory Prompto and Noctis, looking over their shoulders. They stood on a jut of stone. A steep, if short, drop to the rocky ground below. Ignis and Gladio looked up from a pair of camping chairs down below.
“I don’t know about this Noct.” Prompto wrung his hands nervously.
Noct grinned. “C’mon, it’s easy. I told you; just like we practised, don’t freak out. Your body should just fall back on instinct.”
Prompto tore his eyes away from the ground to send a wide eyed stare in Noct’s direction. “What if it doesn’t? I’m gonna break my neck!”
“At worst it’ll be an ankle!” Gladio shouted up helpfully. “Don’t be a daisy! Jump already!”
“You got this.” Noct laid a reassuring hand on Prompto’s shoulder. Then grinned sharkishly and pushed Prompto over the edge.
"I can't believe he just-" He shook his head incredulously. "Did it work though?" He'd spent his whole life being grounded, the thought of one day maybe actually being able to fly was hard to even wrap his head around.
Re: Blame
He startled as a future memory/possibly vision burst through the room.
Flight, Maybe?
The memory dawned like blinking awake on a sunny afternoon. One minute the library was dim and fire lit, the next, bright sunlight streamed through from beyond the rafters. The point of view was just behind memory Prompto and Noctis, looking over their shoulders. They stood on a jut of stone. A steep, if short, drop to the rocky ground below. Ignis and Gladio looked up from a pair of camping chairs down below.
“I don’t know about this Noct.” Prompto wrung his hands nervously.
Noct grinned. “C’mon, it’s easy. I told you; just like we practised, don’t freak out. Your body should just fall back on instinct.”
Prompto tore his eyes away from the ground to send a wide eyed stare in Noct’s direction. “What if it doesn’t? I’m gonna break my neck!”
“At worst it’ll be an ankle!” Gladio shouted up helpfully. “Don’t be a daisy! Jump already!”
“You got this.” Noct laid a reassuring hand on Prompto’s shoulder. Then grinned sharkishly and pushed Prompto over the edge.
"I can't believe he just-" He shook his head incredulously. "Did it work though?" He'd spent his whole life being grounded, the thought of one day maybe actually being able to fly was hard to even wrap his head around.