The ghost of a smile. He shifts up, glances to see whether Prompto follows. It's a short walk back down the hall before he shifts to his knees at the far corner, with some effort wiggles a loose hunk of stone aside, waves Prompto down beside him. Between the thick crumbling edges, a thin vine climbs and spiders through the cracks, alive and startlingly green. Tiny buds sprout here and there, threatening to bloom.
"It's different. And it came back." His fingers brush a bit of rubble from the plant's path, smooth down the ingrained dirt. "It always comes back."
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The ghost of a smile. He shifts up, glances to see whether Prompto follows. It's a short walk back down the hall before he shifts to his knees at the far corner, with some effort wiggles a loose hunk of stone aside, waves Prompto down beside him. Between the thick crumbling edges, a thin vine climbs and spiders through the cracks, alive and startlingly green. Tiny buds sprout here and there, threatening to bloom.
"It's different. And it came back." His fingers brush a bit of rubble from the plant's path, smooth down the ingrained dirt. "It always comes back."