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[Before the ICP flickers on, every passenger hears a resounding, deep voice thunder through every car in the train, carrying with it a deathly—if odd—proclamation:]

PENALTY GAME: HELL REVERSE!

[Moments later, every ICP turns on to reveal a figure shrouded in shadows, holding the unconscious body of Xue Yang with one hand as the Eye of Wdjat blazes on both of their foreheads. It's clear they're in the gaming car, but if anybody tries to enter from either end, they'll find the doors are impossibly locked.]

Passengers of the Voidtrecker Express, I hold in my hands an unrepentant murderer who slaughtered one of your very own: the victim being A-Qing, and the criminal being Xue Yang. While she has returned, this crime cannot go unpunished, and I have taken it upon myself to try and burn out the stain on his soul—or, at the very least, provide adequate agony for all of his victims, both on the train and off.

If you need to see proof of my justice...

Avert your eyes if you do not wish to see memories of the brutal death of a young woman in her prime.

[The screen flickers once again, this time showing A-Qing's murder, although it doesn't have any audio. ((OOC: Additional CW for graphic depictions of murder.))

When it returns to the interior of the Games Car, the shadowy figure is gone, but their voice and Xue Yang remain.]

I leave it to the council to dispense their own punishment, as meager as it may be.

Remember, passengers:

I am watching.

[The ICP clicks off, and the train is deadly quiet.]

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[Noct didn't push the subject. He simply held Prompto, trying to make him feel better.]

Had to leave for a bit. He'll be back.

[He sniffled.]

He had to leave? Why? Where did he go?

[Noct had totally called it right that Prompto would ask more questions than he had.]

[He hadn't been gone for that long really, an hour or two, long enough to realise that there were very few answers to be gotten. What he did do was grab hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows. Maybe they were awake. Maybe he'd have a mess to clean up later. It didn't much matter.

He held the two mugs in one hand as he fished out his ticket to let him into the cabin. As the door closed behind him, he caught sight of the mess that was the ICP and sighed heavily.]

Shit...

[There were a few bits on the floor he'd need to clean up but it could have been worse. He used the toe of his boot to brush bits across the room as he moved to set the two cups down. He hadn't noticed the other two were awake yet.]

[Prompto startled with a gasp when the door abruptly opened. His grip tightened around Noct but even just hearing the curse told him who was there. He took a shaky breath and sniffled, finally braving looking in Gladio's direction.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a pitiful voice.]

Glads? Where'd you go? [Sniffle.]

[He kicked a few more bits of machinery away and finally turned to the bunks on hearing Prompto's voice. Hadn't Noct told him? And why was Prompto awake in the first place?]

I just had to go check on things. Why're you two awake anyway?

[It was about then that he leaned down to peer at them, one arm leaning against the top bunk, and he frowned. Prompto had been crying...? What the hell had he walked in on? He moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, concern in his expression, his voice softening.]

What's going on...?

[He watched as Gladio came closer. He slowly sat up and found one of Noct's hands to hold. It was scooted nearer, wanting to be as close to the strong, comforting presence as he could. He started to feel self-conscious too as he had to muster the courage to confess why he was so out of sorts. He couldn't quite meet Gladio's eyes.]

I had a nightmare. There was a voice and them people were screaming and.. I don't know. Noct says there's something wrong with the floor.

Ah...

[Gladio sighed. He wished he'd not left now, though there was no way he could have predicted Prompto having a nightmare. What he could do was hold out an arm to his boyfriend, an offering for him to come closer if he wanted to.]

I'll clean the floor up. It's not that bad. Just some bits... I...

[Ever seen Gladio blush? Well this was damn close to it. His cheeks felt a touch warmer than usual and his smile was more than a little sheepish.]

I might have killed the ICP.

We aren’t going to ask him why, though.

[Noct knew that Prompto was probably going to have a lot of questions, but if Gladio didn’t want to anSwear, Noct would respect that. He had promised.]

What’s important is that I healed him and now he’s back.

[Prompto had opened his mouth, he was just about to speak when Noct's words stopped him. He looked at the dark haired boy with a reluctant, tiny whine before managing to pull himself back to just one question that he couldn't keep himself from asking anyway.]

Are you okay?

[He reached out to Gladio, looking worriedly for whatever injury Noct had had to heal.]

[Gladio cast Noct a grateful look and smiled. He probably would have told them, if Prompto didn't already look shaken up from his bad dream.

So when Prompto reached for him, he reached out to take the hand, and then gave him a gentle, but firm tug that pulled the blonde into his arms. Then he lifted his other hand to show him that all that was left of his little adventure with the ICP was a few fading marks. They hadn't been deep enough for the potion to not have worked on him.]

I'm alright, see? My hands fine, thanks to Noct.

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