Yes ma'am. [Said lightly, trying to ease up the tone and atmosphere. It's just in his nature to try to, though he knows it's not going to last long.
That demon already forced his hand. There's no sitting on this for much longer. Parts of it are already out there, and now he needs to lay out the rest. If he waits, he might lose his nerve. So he climbs into bed, laying back against a pillow, leaving room for her to sit.]
I'll try and lay it out as clearly as I can. To be honest, there's some stuff even I don't fully get but I'll try.
[He looks down at his hands, wringing them nervously. Ignis told him that Prompto revealed his origins to his friends in time. But that hasn't happened for Prompto yet, so he has no guide as to how to go about this.]
...so, um. [Where does he start? Work his way up to it by trying to explain what he found in that awful laboratory, leading up to the truth of his origins? But even he feels like the details make his head swim. How confusing will it be to her, who has no background context for any of it?
No, he knows what he has to start with. Rip off the bandage now and get it over with. The details can come later.]
I'm not... Saoirse, I don't have parents. I wasn't born to a loving family. I was... created. You remember those glass tubes? I was grown - or, well, I was supposed to be grown in one of those. Not like a real person. Just another nameless, soulless being to fill in a uniform and fight in a war I'd have no say in. It's only because of dumb luck I wasn't. [That Lucian spy, whoever they were, saved him. And his voice cracks under the weight of that realization, of how he could have wound up. But it doesn't change how he came to be, or what that might mean to Saoirse.] I was born to be a monster.
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Date: 2018-05-20 04:12 am (UTC)That demon already forced his hand. There's no sitting on this for much longer. Parts of it are already out there, and now he needs to lay out the rest. If he waits, he might lose his nerve. So he climbs into bed, laying back against a pillow, leaving room for her to sit.]
I'll try and lay it out as clearly as I can. To be honest, there's some stuff even I don't fully get but I'll try.
[He looks down at his hands, wringing them nervously. Ignis told him that Prompto revealed his origins to his friends in time. But that hasn't happened for Prompto yet, so he has no guide as to how to go about this.]
...so, um. [Where does he start? Work his way up to it by trying to explain what he found in that awful laboratory, leading up to the truth of his origins? But even he feels like the details make his head swim. How confusing will it be to her, who has no background context for any of it?
No, he knows what he has to start with. Rip off the bandage now and get it over with. The details can come later.]
I'm not... Saoirse, I don't have parents. I wasn't born to a loving family. I was... created. You remember those glass tubes? I was grown - or, well, I was supposed to be grown in one of those. Not like a real person. Just another nameless, soulless being to fill in a uniform and fight in a war I'd have no say in. It's only because of dumb luck I wasn't. [That Lucian spy, whoever they were, saved him. And his voice cracks under the weight of that realization, of how he could have wound up. But it doesn't change how he came to be, or what that might mean to Saoirse.] I was born to be a monster.