They may not've made it to the chocobos, but they did make it to Hammerhead without assistance. It might not be the epic adventure they had planned but it was something. Even if Prom is mentally kicking himself for not being able to fight. If he could fight, if he could wield a weapon then maybe they could've made it further. He could've had Noct's back instead of hiding behind it.

If looks could kill then the look on Ignis' face would strike them both down dead where they stood. Prompto half-wishes the voreteeth had eaten him, or at least a giant hole would appear in the ground to swallow him up. At least he has the sense to look somewhat guilty.

The rage rolls off of Gladio like thunder. "Cut the crap, Princess. What the hell do you think you were playing at?! Did you even think at all?! What kind of selfish, spoiled brat do you think you are?! Dragging Prompto into your mess. Putting his life at risk."

Ignis raises a hand. "Gladio. Enough."

Prompto hates that Noct is getting the full force of Gladio's rage. Even though Noct promised to take the fall if they were caught. He can't just stand there and let Gladio yell at him like that. It isn't fair. He steps to Noct's side, feeling every bit as weak and pathetic as a newborn kitten as he tries to find his voice. "It... It wasn't Noct's fault. Itwasmyideait'sallmyfault."