And Prompto knew, deep down, that Liz was right about that. He couldn't have known that things would happen the way they did, and he'd done everything he could in light of that. But it hadn't been enough, and no amount of logic or reasoning could assuage that kind of guilt, which was now starting to form a small offshoot of feeling like he didn't deserve any of this.

But he tried to make it light; he tried to laugh a little as he squeezed Liz and said, "Too bad. I'm going to do it anyway."