[For a moment, Prompto looks over his shoulder toward the promised out, and considers it, just turning and heading back the way he'd come, but he can't remember any of the turns he'd taken or anything. It feels like he's been in this stupid maze for hours.

Instead, he turns back to the dark-haired man and sighs himself.]

Let's uh...go check out the center then, I guess. I mean, there's been treasure boxes and I found some clothes and stuff, maybe there's something to eat in the middle.

[He tries really hard not to sound desperate, but he probably does. And maybe he's pouting a little.]