[ It isn't that the the thought doesn't occur to him. To let her go, to set them both free and forget that they ever came here. To let them live out their days away from this accursed place that has seized not only his life, but the lives of all those who had dwelt here. Their affection for one another is so strong, so pure. How can he take that away from them? How can he be so cruel?
Once upon a time, he would have found it unthinkable. But so much has changed since then. He has seen so much of the truth of the world, of its cruelty, its loneliness. If they were not separated here, today, they would inevitably at some other time. Or they'd grow to hate one another, to spurn what they once were. This is a mercy. Isolation is a mercy, because it means you never get hurt.
And even if he could find that merciful part of himself, he won't risk the safety of the castle's inhabitants. Without keeping her here, he has no promise that they will not talk, and all it would take is one lively night trading stories at the pub for everyone here to be put at grave risk. And he has already brought them so much misfortune...
The last of the mechanical spider's clicking sounds dissipates from down the long hallway, but Prompto remains a moment longer, unmoving. Has he just make a huge mistake?
At last, he looks down at the girl, at where she remains on the floor of the cell. He should...lock the door again, replace one Elezen there with another, but in the wake of her noble sacrifice, he just...doesn't.
Instead, he turns to start towards the stairs once more. ]
Follow.
[ Is the only word he gives before he begins to move, metal scraping to life with each step. ]
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Once upon a time, he would have found it unthinkable. But so much has changed since then. He has seen so much of the truth of the world, of its cruelty, its loneliness. If they were not separated here, today, they would inevitably at some other time. Or they'd grow to hate one another, to spurn what they once were. This is a mercy. Isolation is a mercy, because it means you never get hurt.
And even if he could find that merciful part of himself, he won't risk the safety of the castle's inhabitants. Without keeping her here, he has no promise that they will not talk, and all it would take is one lively night trading stories at the pub for everyone here to be put at grave risk. And he has already brought them so much misfortune...
The last of the mechanical spider's clicking sounds dissipates from down the long hallway, but Prompto remains a moment longer, unmoving. Has he just make a huge mistake?
At last, he looks down at the girl, at where she remains on the floor of the cell. He should...lock the door again, replace one Elezen there with another, but in the wake of her noble sacrifice, he just...doesn't.
Instead, he turns to start towards the stairs once more. ]
Follow.
[ Is the only word he gives before he begins to move, metal scraping to life with each step. ]