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[but prompto's posture is not as tense as noctis' is, seemingly gathering courage from the attention. there aren't secrets between them.]

[right?]

Yeah, it's just a memory I got.

[a pause, as he tries to remember it properly] ...do you remember a guy called Cor Leonis? Serious face, dressed in black, kinda intimidating, but it was a relief to be around him. Like it was safe.

[ Noctis is working to mentally prepare himself for some confession, or some uncomfortable conversation of some sort. He's sure he isn't ready, he's sure he'll screw this up somehow, because he's been so sure that any sort of discussion falling under what he suspects to be the topic wouldn't happen.

...

Prompto proves him right. For the billionth time. Because it just has to do with a memory of another person that doesn't sound familiar at all.

Noctis' posture slacks, but he tries not to make it obvious. ]

Uh.

N...o. No, that name doesn't ring a bell.

Huh.

[he sounds... almost sad, really. the name and the image of the man keeps going back and forth in his head, like there's some relevance to him that prompto can't quite place. he is someone, important, in the life that he apparently led in his memories.]

[maybe he's not part of noctis'?]

Well... Guess that's one theory out the window.

[ Noctis sighs, closing his laptop. Because he can tell that the discussion is at least still important to Prompto in some way, and he's not about to leave the guy hanging and hopeless. Frowning is not a good look for him. ]

I mean...

Give it time, I guess? So far, anytime you've brought up something, I somehow miraculously get some kinda memory. Whether it's a few days or a few hours.

I'll think on it. Describe what you saw.

It's nothing urgent.

[he feels a bit bad to distract noctis from his work] It's just...

[waving his hand about, and then through his hair, slumping back on the couch]

I just remembered he existed. Like, hey, this is a person from your memory-past. But I can't make out what's his relevance, who he is, or like... why I would remember him. He had short brown hair and blue eyes, clean-shaven, pretty tall.

[ Noctis wrinkles his nose, thinking rather hard. It... Sounds familiar. Somewhat. The longer that he thinks about it, the more it starts to ring a bell. ]

Wasn't he...

Like a soldier or something? Or a commander? I think he worked for the royal family or something.

[ He snaps his fingers. ]

Wait.

That guy trained me at one point. The name sounds familiar now.

[there it is again. 'royalty,' did it really exist in the world they supposedly come from?]

He trained you?

[well, what with the sword. it makes sense, right?]

--and you made a face when I said you were somehow important. [frowning]

I don’t know if that makes me important. Maybe I worked in the military or something?

[snort]

Or maybe he was your dad.

[ Noctis laughs. ]

About as possible as him being your dad.

[that ends up giving prompto room for pause. he quiets down, a far-off look in his eyes, and then he says--]

Prompto Leonis.

...y'think?

[ Noctis puts his hands behind his head, leaning back a touch. ]

I wouldn't rule anything out at this point.

Do you remember anything else about him?

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