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The first night after Noctis enters the crystal is devastating. Prompto is miserable and he can’t say that Gladio or Ignis are any better; the three of them vacillating between trying to hide their tears from one another, raging at the Six-damned prophesy, and trying to figure out what could possibly be next. Noctis is a missing limb, they are without their guiding star for the long night ahead. They can’t stay in Gralea but where can they go? Can they even move the crystal? How can they move on without the glue that holds them together? Their beloved King.