[All of it is still so fresh. So clear inside of his mind that all he really has to do is close his eyes to see everything. But. He's afraid. Afraid he'll forget what Gladio looks like. What Cindy and Iris and Aranea look like. How they sound. Already the memory of his father is starting to become hazy around the edges, and he's so desperate to hold on to all of them.
He's thankful now. For all of those times Prompto stopped them along the way and wanted to get pictures of them together. He wishes he had said 'yes' more.] Dude, at least half of them are probably just me getting on and off a chocobo. Did you really need that many?
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He's thankful now. For all of those times Prompto stopped them along the way and wanted to get pictures of them together. He wishes he had said 'yes' more.] Dude, at least half of them are probably just me getting on and off a chocobo. Did you really need that many?