[ there will never be a good time for learning things like this. he sits there absorbing the information and conscious of the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that sinks lower and lower, legs outstretched and his fingers still gripping tightly to his phone. he should put it away, but he can't really move.

it makes sense, doesn't it? why whoever's behind this would have chosen him to arrive first and be alone for months without seeing anyone from his world. because he's not anyone important. he doesn't matter.

he's just... ]

I figured stuff wasn't right, you know? Just 'cuz of the way things are, but... [ prompto had never imagined this. ] Why's no one talking about it? Or, I dunno, tryin' to find a way to leave? Feels like this shouldn't be happening.

[ maybe people have done those things, and he's just been in denial too long. ]