"But if that's random, I can't control if it's like ... tomorrow that I leave, or a year from now - and Prompto ..."

Noctis knew he had to get back. But he didn't want to leave his friend behind here. That - it didn't - it couldn't be an option.

He shook his head, because it didn't seem like there's anything he could do right now. Awkwardly, he tried to attempt a smile despite all of these dour thoughts. It came out as a grimace.

"Want to play some games with me?" he asked. "Just, all that stuff right now is ... really heavy."