Ardyn was unfortunately, infuriatingly right. Even just trying to yank his chin free of the grip was painful, with the way his head was throbbing horribly, the stiffness that had built up in his neck and shoulders that sent the ache crawling down his spine and outstretched arms when he tried to struggle. Prompto groaned, the sound escaping helplessly, frustratingly. He tried to swallow the noise.

He tried to focus on Ardyn's face and the-- well, it couldn't be called a room. More like a cell.

"What--?" Prompto tried, hoarse and rasping. His voice broke, and he tried again.

"What the hell... are you talking about?"

He wracked his brain, protesting and foggy as it was, trying to understand what exactly Ardyn was telling him. He'd been on his way to meet Noct and the others in Gralea, and then... he'd woken up here. And he had no idea, despite Ardyn's smug declaration, where that really was. He had no idea how long he'd been out or what had happened. He did not have the better sense or presence of mind to pause and assess his situation before he started giving away, obviously enough, the questions he most needed answers to.

"Where is this? Where's Noct? Why are you doing this?!"