[What does that have to do with anything? is his first inclination, the first question that he wants to let fall from his lips. What does being in a world that isn't home have to do with change; is it supposed to twist his core into something that he isn't? Is a man like him, a man who has lived for more than two thousand years, supposed to transform as quickly as his setting does?]

It doesn't work like that.

[That part comes out unbidden, weighted and heavy. Whereas Prompto sounds weary, a strange intonation coming from the young man, Ardyn can match it.]

People do not just come to a strange land and change, Prompto. What defined them in the past isn't so easily shaken off. How can you do it?