Why I was labeled a monster, a daemon? Why I had been cast aside by gods, by my brother, for being wrong and corrupted?
[And though he grins, Prompto will hear no humor in it. Something awful shifts in the atmosphere, dark shadows playing across the room — but this is not borne of memory. This is something that is happening here and now.]
Look at me, Prompto. This is why.
[His face, if Prompto looks to see, ekes black. Scarlera turned obsidian, pupil practically glowing gold.]
Because, it is as I told you. My humanity is a dead thing, replaced by this. No one could overlook that. Can you?
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[And though he grins, Prompto will hear no humor in it. Something awful shifts in the atmosphere, dark shadows playing across the room — but this is not borne of memory. This is something that is happening here and now.]
Look at me, Prompto. This is why.
[His face, if Prompto looks to see, ekes black. Scarlera turned obsidian, pupil practically glowing gold.]
Because, it is as I told you. My humanity is a dead thing, replaced by this. No one could overlook that. Can you?