[There’s obviously a discomfort in Prompto’s demeanor — a sort of fidgeting nervousness he’s beginning to think is part and parcel of his personality — but V can hardly blame him. If they’re speaking in terms of prophecies, then they’re talking in grand measures. The end and beginning of worlds, a destiny already carved out for a certain chosen few. And if it’s as dreary as how it sounds, not to mention potentially just around the corner, then V can… relate, even if he cannot quite comprehend the kind of fate that Eos has been branded with.]

So you understand.

[A pause, another drink of his tea, but then he sets it down on the counter this time.]

I need to return for the same reasons. Or at least, similar reasons, I assume. [A world deteriorating, or otherwise destroyed. “A world of darkness”, as Prompto had put it, rarely means anything good.] Thus my haste and impatience when you first found me. I had just located something important. And then awakening here... it was jarring.