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That day, he didn’t want you to remember him as the king. In what time you had left, he wanted to be your father. He always had faith in you, that when the time came, you would ascend for the sake of your people.

I do not seek to guide him, merely to stand beside him.

Prompto: You said the empire uses daemons to make “weapons”? Aranea: Listen—you’ve seen magitek troopers, right? Noctis: MTs. Aranea: They’re born from daemons, in a lab. Prompto: “Born from daemons”…

When darkness veils the world, the King of Light shall come.

…Lucky me.

Prompto: Could you not with the disappearing act? Noctis: Can’t help it: I’m an Assassin. Prompto: How could I forget?

Noctis: What’re you after, following me around this whole time? It’s all YOUR fault— Ardyn: What are you talking about? Do you really mean that, Noct?

Ignis: Prompto, perhaps it’s time for some light. Prompto: Yeah. How did you…? Ignis: The hour is late. That much I can tell. Prompto: Oh, I see. That’s… good.

Noctis: It’s all you, Prompto! Prompto: Time for a Prompto Special!

Out of the frying pan, dot, dot, dot?

Hashtag sorry not sorry.

There is no wrong way to love a Chocobo.

Cor: That wasn’t a bad effort, Prompto. Prompto: Whoa. I just got praised…by the Immortal! Cor: Don’t take that as leave to slack off. You’re only as good as your last battle. Prompto: Er, yes, sir. I’ll keep at it, sir.