[Despite himself, despite every terrible thing he now knows, Prompto lets himself be gathered into the hug, into where it's safe. Even if he doesn't deserve it, even if he was meant to be some inhuman thing, a daemon, a weapon, he can't help it. He's so, so weak.]

But he was right, I--my whole existence is wrong. They stole me before he could--he could f-finish his experiment, but I'm not... I can't...

[He's supposed to be a Lucian. He's supposed to be Noct's best friend. But everything, everything's adding up, all the logs and files and scanners and profiles and Ardyn's stupid, evil voice.

Hometown: Arctic outerlands, Niflheim. 'We can't have you spilling blood here. After all, it is your home sweet home.'

Prompto hides a choked whimper in Max's shirt, clutching his own wrist as if some burning brand were set there even now instead of twenty years ago.]

I killed that bastard but it doesn't change what I am, how can--h-how can I get Luna back to Noct if he never wants to see me again?