"Nothing, I-" Prompto's face shuttered, suddenly and completely. From the outside, he looked alarmingly blank. Inside, his thoughts were racing, his heart caught in his throat.

Years of conditioning screamed at him to fall into familiar habits. Act first, process later, don't let a thing show on his face. But the more recent years of softening left him caught somewhere between his instincts and his panic.

Finally, the question pressing at his thoughts made it out. "Where did you get a book on Magitek units?" He forced his breathing steady, though his body stayed distant, frozen, unresponsive.