[Noctis opens his mouth, and... nothing comes. His whole body tenses, resisting the very idea of admitting it. Prompto's been his last bastion of freedom for this- the one person he's so close to where it isn't hanging over his head, where he can just think of anything else. And that's still not fair, it's still lying, but selfishly he'd wanted to keep that. The last thing he'd wanted was to bring bad news to their friendship, to tell Prompto that it's a clock ticking down to the end, that their promise to bring their countries together was empty and Noctis wouldn't be there when the dawn breaks. Better to live in blissful ignorance, right? Just be happy with this, and let the bad news come when it has to.

The pause goes on for too long, and suddenly he chokes, coughs, and spits another petal off to the side with a curse.]

Dammit- fine, stop, I'll- [He clears his throat, wipes his mouth. Stupid. He's being so stupid. Prompto deserves better than his silence, or his lies.] ...Bahamut... he said... it takes a "blood price". The Chosen - I - would have to... ["Die", is what he meant to say, but he falters, pathetically, and ends instead with a quiet,] ...sacrifice.