[ The forest hits him like a brick wall. The scent of damp earth and crisp air and the sun glinting through the trees is a visceral throwback, and it catches him off guard, unusually still as he takes it in.
His reverie only last a moment, however, by necessity, because he hasn't forgotten what comes along with dense forest in a dangerous world. Monsters.
Instinct kicks in, and Prompto summons a gun into his hands in a flash of purple-white light. ]
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His reverie only last a moment, however, by necessity, because he hasn't forgotten what comes along with dense forest in a dangerous world. Monsters.
Instinct kicks in, and Prompto summons a gun into his hands in a flash of purple-white light. ]
I can shoot!
[ So, yeah, he can. ]