[he takes another step back, the closer ardyn moves. his gun is still raised, shoulders tense as he aims at ardyn's head. clearly, he has no intent on shooting the man--something about him is terrified of the consequences of if he did do that, not to mention the memory of shooting verstael still ricochets in his mind.]
[ardyn is more than likely aware of all this.]
He was never my father.
[this is something he has to hold on to. he feels better believing that he was no one's son. the idea of is a lot more appealing than the truth.]
What's with that, anyway? Were you there when he started experimenting like that?
[covertly trying to gain some information about a topic he still feels conflicted about knowing more of. his eyes narrow, taking another step back, unknowingly closer to the soldier on the ground. prompto is so focused on the man before him that he doesn't notice the twitch in the hands of the soldier, the subtle signs of consciousness returning to it.]
no subject
[ardyn is more than likely aware of all this.]
He was never my father.
[this is something he has to hold on to. he feels better believing that he was no one's son. the idea of is a lot more appealing than the truth.]
What's with that, anyway? Were you there when he started experimenting like that?
[covertly trying to gain some information about a topic he still feels conflicted about knowing more of. his eyes narrow, taking another step back, unknowingly closer to the soldier on the ground. prompto is so focused on the man before him that he doesn't notice the twitch in the hands of the soldier, the subtle signs of consciousness returning to it.]