[in through the window they go, and prompto's careful that the girl doesn't hit her head on the way in. despite the circumstances, a glance over his shoulder shows him that her eyes are closed, struggling to stay awake; the effects of the sedative must still be coursing through her.]

[this building seems to be clear, if the online map is anything to go by. it'll make their descent out easier, at least.]

[not that this conversation is that.]

I'm not?

[the look he offers aranea is one of confusion--a frown on his eyes, as if trying to seek for answer where he knows he can't find.]

You don't seem too happy with the things I say or how I say them. I'm trying to change and own up to things, but it just doesn't seem like it's right to you. I don't know.

[he turns his eyes back around, to check over the corner and to step into the empty hallway.]