[ Well, there it is. Magic and Astrals and everything else. The usual stuff. Robby doesn't look at Prompto as he lists them off; he doesn't look at him with the question, nor when he finally answers, the words feeling off in his throat. ]

Nope. If we weren't stuck where we are, I'd think you were insane.

[ He still kind of does, but that's a him problem. He can at least offer the alternative as a joke, knows he's being--what, irrational? About magic. And daemons. And everything else out of a children's book.

(God.)

They're close enough to the gym now that Robby doesn't mind stopping, taking in a breath and turning to face Prompto. His smile a little crooked, awkward--apologetic, maybe. For the reality where he called him insane. ]

There's...a lot more going on, but I don't wanna throw everything at you the minute you get here. But this feeling, nothing making sense and how empty is feels? It doesn't go away. I don't know, maybe there's someone you know around. It happens, sometimes.

[ And it's cruel to want someone familiar stuck with you here, but Robby can admit that he's selfish--he's glad it turned out that Mister LaRusso was here, despite their troubles.

But really, he's trying to give some optimism. Trying not to be a jerk about the reality of this place, despite the possibility that this guy doesn't have anyone around. ]