[he draws his face down into his hands and shudders. the worst part of this is knowing Max is right: he wouldn't have even thought it about any of the girls or Prompto or Yuri or anyone else who seems like prey; if any of them had trusted him with a secret they didn't want to keep he'd be holding their hands and telling them it was safe.

what does that make him, then, if he's here with Max?]

...why are you doing this? I've let so much happen, I've hidden so much, and- suddenly this isn't about how much trust I've broken.