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025 » and besides my reputation's on the line
[when he comes to, the first thing prompto feels is the touch of cold steel to his wrists.
the last thing prompto remembers is falling off the train, but the first thing he remembers is noct's face — the anger, the yelling, the fury in his voice. like he knew something. like he'd found out. like maybe noct realized, finally realized that prompto was all one big fake, and he never deserved to be in lucis to begin with, and they weren't friends — couldn't be friends.
prompto takes a deep breath and tells himself that's impossible before he opens his eyes to the sight of iron bars and a dark room.]
Ugh...
the last thing prompto remembers is falling off the train, but the first thing he remembers is noct's face — the anger, the yelling, the fury in his voice. like he knew something. like he'd found out. like maybe noct realized, finally realized that prompto was all one big fake, and he never deserved to be in lucis to begin with, and they weren't friends — couldn't be friends.
prompto takes a deep breath and tells himself that's impossible before he opens his eyes to the sight of iron bars and a dark room.]
Ugh...