[it felt pretty crowded for prompto: all those MTs, all those clones in tubes, all those daemons.]

I've never seen snow that way, to be fair. It -- was kind of neat.

[his glance is downwards, towards his shoes; one of the laces has come undone.]

[he can't help wondering why aranea is being nice to him, when she's usually rough words and tight fist picking him up from his clothes and onto his feet. he still feels the same sense of being lost when she shoved a map into his hands and sent him off.]

[decidedly keeping his gaze cast down, he asks regardless:] I thought you wouldn't make it outside of the facility. It was getting late, I didn't know you were going to show at all or if I had just -- imagined everything.