[ He's quiet once more as the scene unfolds, listening to the women but his attention largely on the small girl who looks on. How much she have felt, being so young and yet having to witness this? Was she old enough to understand it was about her? Did it matter, when she had to witness it?
It's honestly a relief when Rosalind takes the girl, though it's cut short when Rosalind says that isn't how things go. So...that wasn't a memory? Something else? Something to ask about in a minute, anyway, as there's still a lot to suss out here, a lot to take in. He's quiet a moment longer after the scene has ended, carding through his thoughts, internalizing what she's told him. Maybe Rosalind should have never worked with such a man in the first place, but...how could she have known how things would go? How could she have expected it would come to this, that he would kill her and her husband out of the mere fear that they might say something?
He laughs hollowly, mirthlessly. ]
Heh...some miracle. All that, just for a little bit of power...
[ But Prompto understands well what lengths men will go to in order to obtain - and maintain - power over others.
What a sick son of a bitch.
He won't belabor that point, though. She doesn't want his pity. That's not why she is telling him this, so he'll feel sorry, or sympathetic. Even if he does - and you bet he does - he knows better than to bother her with it. ]
Rosalind...that last thing that just happened, that...wasn't your memory?
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It's honestly a relief when Rosalind takes the girl, though it's cut short when Rosalind says that isn't how things go. So...that wasn't a memory? Something else? Something to ask about in a minute, anyway, as there's still a lot to suss out here, a lot to take in. He's quiet a moment longer after the scene has ended, carding through his thoughts, internalizing what she's told him. Maybe Rosalind should have never worked with such a man in the first place, but...how could she have known how things would go? How could she have expected it would come to this, that he would kill her and her husband out of the mere fear that they might say something?
He laughs hollowly, mirthlessly. ]
Heh...some miracle. All that, just for a little bit of power...
[ But Prompto understands well what lengths men will go to in order to obtain - and maintain - power over others.
What a sick son of a bitch.
He won't belabor that point, though. She doesn't want his pity. That's not why she is telling him this, so he'll feel sorry, or sympathetic. Even if he does - and you bet he does - he knows better than to bother her with it. ]
Rosalind...that last thing that just happened, that...wasn't your memory?