When I die, I hope my ashes are put into a nice, potted flower.

[big dreams... but as somber as the conversation may have turned, despite the lack of looking at their own situation, it's somewhat refreshing.]

[prompto starts walking alongside the bank, where the water streams by slowly, the bright pink reflecting brightly.]

Wish I could say I knew more about nature. Never really been a priority. [he picks up his camera again, taking some shots from people, the place--] Y'think we'll get new displaced tomorrow? The day after?