I don't know. We never see them again. I'm not sure what happens to someone if they die here, either.

[Though Prompto tended to try and keep lighter tones, there was a clear unsettled tone to his voice, and he kept his eyes facing ahead. The way he blinked a little more often and he struggled to hide a frown was proof that he'd never be a professional poker player. This was not the first time he'd wondered about this and it weighed heavily on his mind.]

So I try to find people and make sure they're okay when I'm here.