[ Slowly, he nods. ]

But he didn't just stop there. He took me back to the very lab where it...where it happened. [ Even with as far as he's come, even with how much he trusts her and believe this won't change how she sees him, his stomach twists up uncomfortably as he goes on. He can't help it. It's still...difficult.

But he's owning it, and part of owning it means telling her. Because he wants her to know him inside and out, to be so intimately acquainted with every corner of his life that when he starts to lose himself, she can call him back all the easier. ]

Turns out it was still operational, still being run by...him. [ His mouth draws taut, brows pinched as his eyes drop away from hers. ] The man who created me. Who created everyone like me. From his own DNA.

[ A man so mad with power that he'd corrupted his own soul with daemons. How could a person do that to themselves?

But then again, he'd done it to so many others. He would have done it to Prompto, too. Still tried to, in the end. ]

I-I...

[ He swallows thickly, unable to meet her eyes at all now. ]

I...killed him.