Everything had started with an innocent enough question: what do you pray for?
"My family," surprisingly -- or not -- Gladio was the first that answered the question, poking at the fire with a stick. "As long as Iris is safe, there's nothing else I really need."
"What about you, Noct?" you asked, snuggling deeper into Prompto's chest. The prince only shrugged, eyes kept to the ground as his lips screwed up in a pout. You're eyes turned to Ignis. "Ignis?"
"Apologies, (Y/n). I'm loath to say I don't pray to the Astrals as much as some people." With a pout, you turned to the man hugging you. Prompto only stared at you for a few seconds before sighing, pulling you closer.
"I don't know, (N/n)," he shrugged. "Sometimes I pray for patience. Sometimes I just pray for a gun."
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