[ He hasn't noticed X'rhun yet, too wrapped up in reliving this memory to pay attention to much else besides the exchange between himself and Ardyn. How afraid he'd been...how afraid he still is. And yet hadn't Prompto moved past this? Hadn't he accepted his origins for what they were, and his own humanity along with it?
The sound of X'rhun's voice startles him, and he jumps with a sharp intake of breath as he looks over to him. Without thinking, Prompto's fingers lace around his right wrist, around where he still wears a wristband, even now, to hide the barcode imprinted on his skin. The mark that ties him here, to this place.
He swallows around a dry throat, stammering so he can have something to say, anything to say. ]
I-I - I'm...I'm sorry.
[ That he had to see this. That he had to...find out this way. ]
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The sound of X'rhun's voice startles him, and he jumps with a sharp intake of breath as he looks over to him. Without thinking, Prompto's fingers lace around his right wrist, around where he still wears a wristband, even now, to hide the barcode imprinted on his skin. The mark that ties him here, to this place.
He swallows around a dry throat, stammering so he can have something to say, anything to say. ]
I-I - I'm...I'm sorry.
[ That he had to see this. That he had to...find out this way. ]