[ It's not the sort of thing they'll ever be comfortable with, really. But they shouldn't be. Comfort is too close to acceptance for Prompto. And as grateful as he is for the chance to live this life of his that never should have existed, that doesn't make the rest of it any less horrible.

Even after replacing his wristband, Prompto's fingers stay tightly wound around his wrist. ]

We were made for war. Big surprise, right? There were millions of others just like me. Only made us so they could corrupt us. Take away our humanity and...turn us into their brainless robots.

[ And he means that very literally. ]

I got rescued when I was still a baby. I was the only one.

[ Of millions. ]