[By literate I mean 4+ descriptive lines that aren't just dialogue and can actually forward the plot. I will harshly remind those who don't comply!]

Niflheim had not been a pleasant experience for Prompto. He's been dragged rugged both mentally and physically to the point where he could no longer find the strength to carry on. But he managed. He managed on a mere whim that somewhere far away from him, Noctis needed him. The Prince of Lucius need his friend... That said friend was, of course in a cliche turn of events, an MT. A weapon of Niflheim meant to destroy his best friend's dear country.

Time did no healing for Prompto seeing as the young man constantly railed himself on this fact over and over again. No amount of reassuring words healed his wounds because he refused to listen to them. But now was the time for that. Once Prompto was away from the main group, he went searching out for answers in the cold foreign lands near the first MT factory. While running through the snowy and rough terrain, he stumbled among a body buried in the snow amongst dead bodies of MTs. Panicked, he trudged over the body and checked for a pulse, if any. "Hey!? You doin' alright there? Hang on buddy!"