"And when you return, if I win, you will have my power to assist you in your war," the figure assures him. "There are those who, if they win, will make all wars, in all worlds, worse. I stand against them."
That seems to settle him some, though it's still a struggle to believe. He wants to though. It's better than the alternative.
"Y-you're the Sun, right?" At least that's what someone guessed his mark meant. He still doesn't understand the entire Tarot thing yet. "Our sun has been struggling to rise. I'm not sure it even can anymore." He bites his lip, nervously tapping steepled fingers together.
"If I triumph - and yes, I am the Sun - then empowering a sun to do its right work will be well within my power." The voice is confident, the answer prompt.
"Okay." He says after a moment, and he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. This is the sort of thing he used to dream about as a kid. He can handle this, right? "What do I have to do? How and I supposed to help?"
"I-I can do that!" Prompto perks up, trying to pick up on that energy even though he's still mostly frazzled. "I like to think I'm a little bit good at that kinda thing!"
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"Y-you're the Sun, right?" At least that's what someone guessed his mark meant. He still doesn't understand the entire Tarot thing yet. "Our sun has been struggling to rise. I'm not sure it even can anymore." He bites his lip, nervously tapping steepled fingers together.
"Is that something you can fix?"
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