[Prompto stops bouncing gradually as the story unfolds, just watching and listening with wide, blue eyes. He shivers at the jerk of the dagger, finally looks down at his hands. It takes him a moment to come up with something to say.]

...I did that to someone, too, once. Minus the dagger. I'm a gunner.

[He hasn't been treated to the full glory of Ardyn's fuckface. He was taken too early, didn't even get the pleasure of shooting him in the back. But he does remember one thing, one thing that gives him nightmares, still. That probably will forever.

'Never seen a man turn before?'

Prompto had never shot a person before that moment. MTs, daemons, beasts--but never someone who was still someone. Even if it hadn't lasted long.

He shudders again and rubs his shoulder where Verstael had grabbed him.]

Didn't stick for him, either. Not the first time, at least.