( it was the sound of that laughter... that was something noctis never wanted to lose. he had meant what he said, every word of it, especially the part where none of it mattered.
there's a tinge of something— pride? at the salute. yea... he was proud to have prompto in his crownsguard. his glaive... and as his friend. )
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there's a tinge of something— pride? at the salute. yea... he was proud to have prompto in his crownsguard. his glaive... and as his friend. )
Whenever we go from here, we go together.