"...what I'm going to get sick with," Prompto finished, after drawing in a deep breath. "Right."
He had planned to dodge that topic, of course. But...
"I guess you'll need to know that, huh? If you're going to try to find a way to stop it."
He was quiet for a moment, though, brow furrowed in thought, since he really hadn't expected to cross the 'tell your best friends you're just the experimental clone of a madman that was never intended to exist outside of a laboratory' bridge quite yet. Sighing, he tilted his head back for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as if maybe that might miraculously hold the answer, and then his head rolled to the side a little, glancing over at her.
"I can't really remember what I've told you, if I've told you," or if she'd gone and figured it out all on her own, "but you know I'm adopted, right? I wasn't actually even born in Insomnia. Or Lucis, even. I was born in Niflheim. You know...that's...the bad guys..."
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He had planned to dodge that topic, of course. But...
"I guess you'll need to know that, huh? If you're going to try to find a way to stop it."
He was quiet for a moment, though, brow furrowed in thought, since he really hadn't expected to cross the 'tell your best friends you're just the experimental clone of a madman that was never intended to exist outside of a laboratory' bridge quite yet. Sighing, he tilted his head back for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as if maybe that might miraculously hold the answer, and then his head rolled to the side a little, glancing over at her.
"I can't really remember what I've told you, if I've told you," or if she'd gone and figured it out all on her own, "but you know I'm adopted, right? I wasn't actually even born in Insomnia. Or Lucis, even. I was born in Niflheim. You know...that's...the bad guys..."