Oh. he may not have raised you, but you’re very intrinsically linked, whether or not you like it.
[The gun is still pointed at his head, but he knows that Prompto’s trigger finger might as well be stone. He’s not afraid of being shot, knowing that the young man’s courage only goes so far, especially when thrust into circumstances that harken back to Eos. Trauma, as it would seem, ever sides with Ardyn.
And so, he merely lifts a hand to bump briefly against Prompto’s wrist, in an attempt to shoo the barrel of the firearm away, prodding at the fallen soldier with the tip of a boot.]
I was there for every single moment of it, dear boy. In fact, I rather put the idea into his head — imagine that. You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.
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[The gun is still pointed at his head, but he knows that Prompto’s trigger finger might as well be stone. He’s not afraid of being shot, knowing that the young man’s courage only goes so far, especially when thrust into circumstances that harken back to Eos. Trauma, as it would seem, ever sides with Ardyn.
And so, he merely lifts a hand to bump briefly against Prompto’s wrist, in an attempt to shoo the barrel of the firearm away, prodding at the fallen soldier with the tip of a boot.]
I was there for every single moment of it, dear boy. In fact, I rather put the idea into his head — imagine that. You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.