[Justine is rather calm talking about her own death. It's a very stark contrast to the young woman he'd seen clawing at the mirror to return home.
She glances back at the ornate window but there aren't any clues there. There is only dried blood and a truly lovely frame.] We should leave. There aren't any answers here. [Justine closes her eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of her chest while banishing the cruel voices echoing in her head.]
Prim and... [She looks at Prompto.] Did I get your name?
[Everything has been to hectic for her to remember but she wants to remember this.]
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[Justine is rather calm talking about her own death. It's a very stark contrast to the young woman he'd seen clawing at the mirror to return home.
She glances back at the ornate window but there aren't any clues there. There is only dried blood and a truly lovely frame.] We should leave. There aren't any answers here. [Justine closes her eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of her chest while banishing the cruel voices echoing in her head.]
Prim and... [She looks at Prompto.] Did I get your name?
[Everything has been to hectic for her to remember but she wants to remember this.]