['I'm a Lucian! I am not one of your experiments!'

'Not anymore. Now you're nothing but a failure. I ought to return you whence you came; perhaps then you might serve some useful purpose.'

Prompto shivers helplessly and doesn't argue.]

G...guess it's nice to hear a second opinion.

[He draws his legs up onto the bed, curling into a little ball, tucked as he is under Max's arm.]

I can't--can't come out today. Um... can you tell everyone I'm sick or something?