Prompto dropped his head onto his arms as Lea spoke. His eyes felt wet, and every breath felt shaky in his lungs. "Fried chocobo feathers..." The words were damp where they pressed into his knees, muttered on a long exhale. "This whole world hopping magical kidnapping thing is too much sometimes."

He shook his head against his arms. As a response to what, he wasn't sure. It was in his bones to deny Lea's words. He wished he could stop crying. "I bet Cor would really like you. I'm not as great as you seem to think I am... but I appreciate it."