[That shuts Prompto up momentarily, and the expression that flickers across his face isn't purely sympathy. It's understanding, too. Recognition.]

...I mean...

[They've just met, and Prompto doesn't want to overstep at all or act like Talon's problems don't matter. But.]

Well... whose don't, in times like these, right? ...Maybe we'll be lucky and it'll just keep throwing MTs at us. Never thought that was a sentence I'd say.