[prompto, for as impulsive as he is, actually reels back and considers what to say next. many will find him to be surprisingly sensitive once they get to know him--past the loud exclamations and motions.]

I don't know what it means by darkness, but you aren't alone. Are you?

[he crosses his arms]

I mean, you tried, but we're still friends. Dunno how much that has to do with your heart being covered in darkness or whatever.

[prompto does not mean to be so flippant, but at the same time he doesn't want dante to think that his fate--who he is, is bound just by a memory that came out of nowhere, to show him things that could technically not be true.]

[maybe they're all fabrications of everyone's deepest insecurities.]

How did you deal with it?