[The faces, the individuals, continue to flash by as he responds. Bitterness laces through his words, a tone that Prompto has heard several times before since their departure from Eos.]

I was heralded as a savior. Can you imagine, the hope that is inspired by a man that can cure sickness, that can take into himself the Starscourge? Bearing the burden of his would-be subjects.

[Would-be, only. He never did ascend to the throne, for gods and family decided to see to that.]

But people are fickle. So are the gods. Savior one minute, monster the next; how quickly opinion can change.