[and you, don't mind prompto actually finishing his meal as dante continues talking. it's something that needs to get done, so that he can set the plate down and push himself off the counter, hanging back by it--hand holding on to the edge, his free one cleaning up curry smear from the edge of his lips.]
Not really.
[at the question of whether he's been "getting back" memories. he's still not sure what to make of the fact that he can't really seem to remember anything--significant, like everyone else is.]
[frowning, he can't help but think that what dante tells him sounds a lot like some fairy tale's plot. witches, afterworlds--or just something entirely too dark and creepy to imagine.]
What kinda things did she say that were so bad?
[it's just a memory, a "dream" of sorts; how real can it be?]
no subject
Not really.
[at the question of whether he's been "getting back" memories. he's still not sure what to make of the fact that he can't really seem to remember anything--significant, like everyone else is.]
[frowning, he can't help but think that what dante tells him sounds a lot like some fairy tale's plot. witches, afterworlds--or just something entirely too dark and creepy to imagine.]
What kinda things did she say that were so bad?
[it's just a memory, a "dream" of sorts; how real can it be?]