[ As always, it's so easy to move with her touch, to let her guide him, so when she lifts his chin, he meets her eyes, his own red and watery. It isn't that he regrets it - she's right. Bethisia needed to be stopped, and he would have died anyway from the effects of the daemonification on his body. He could even call it self defense, but in the heat of that moment, he'd just wanted it all to stop.

Patricide, as Ardyn had so helpfully called it. ]

I...I hope so.

[ It's the best he can hope for, really.

Prompto nuzzles closer to her then, so their foreheads and noses touch, so she's everything he can see, smell, feel. ]

But I didn't know it then. If Aranea hadn't shown up when she did, I would have been a goner for sure.

[ He exhales gently, brow creasing again. ]

After that, I...had a lot of thinking to do. Shocking, I know. I was so worried that my friends would never accept me for who - for what I was, that Noct hated me, and that's why he pushed me from the train. But Aranea talked some sense into me, and I...had to figure out what I really wanted. Who I wanted to be.

[ And that, more than what came before it, was how he'd found his true identity. ]