[Even after what he tells her, she still holds his hands. She still smiles at him the same way, still encourages him and believes in him. Prompto lets out a shuddering breath. He was so afraid she'd recoil away from him, in fear or confusion of what he is and that she'd take back the words she said to him (well, said about him but close enough). A part of him still wonders if she'll change her mind over time, or if he tells her more about it, but most of the fear begins to recede.]
Sometimes I'm just... I'm afraid it's hidden in me, waiting to come out at the worst moment. Like a switch'll be flipped and I turn into what I was supposed to be. [A Magitek soldier, driven by one purpose and doomed to die for it.] Verstael, my... father I guess - he created thousands of soldiers, designed to kill. To kill Lucian people. To kill my friends. The place where I grew up, I was meant to destroy it. And when I traveled with Noctis and the others, we fought and destr - killed so many Magitek soldiers. I didn't think for one second that they were actual people. The whole time we thought they were machines. [It wasn't entirely wrong, but it wasn't the whole truth either.] I killed so many of them. And I would have been one of them.
[He shot them without second thought. His brothers, in a twisted way. Logically, he knows that they attacked him first and it was self-defense, but sometimes he can't help but draw the comparison: was he any different from them? Was all what he was meant to be still buried in there, coming out of its own accord? Was Verstael right?]
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Date: 2018-05-24 07:10 pm (UTC)Sometimes I'm just... I'm afraid it's hidden in me, waiting to come out at the worst moment. Like a switch'll be flipped and I turn into what I was supposed to be. [A Magitek soldier, driven by one purpose and doomed to die for it.] Verstael, my... father I guess - he created thousands of soldiers, designed to kill. To kill Lucian people. To kill my friends. The place where I grew up, I was meant to destroy it. And when I traveled with Noctis and the others, we fought and destr - killed so many Magitek soldiers. I didn't think for one second that they were actual people. The whole time we thought they were machines. [It wasn't entirely wrong, but it wasn't the whole truth either.] I killed so many of them. And I would have been one of them.
[He shot them without second thought. His brothers, in a twisted way. Logically, he knows that they attacked him first and it was self-defense, but sometimes he can't help but draw the comparison: was he any different from them? Was all what he was meant to be still buried in there, coming out of its own accord? Was Verstael right?]