[It's the first time Prompto's been able to focus all day. The tired scatter of his mind settles into a pattern as he watches her move side to side, like a metronome. For once, he feels still and steady.
Maya lived on a mountain, and there's a mountain of things unsaid behind her words. For once, Prompto feels like the outline in the fog is a familiar one.]
...So maybe it's the other way. That you needed a friend more than you needed a liege lord.
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Maya lived on a mountain, and there's a mountain of things unsaid behind her words. For once, Prompto feels like the outline in the fog is a familiar one.]
...So maybe it's the other way. That you needed a friend more than you needed a liege lord.
[Noct was his first friend.]