[V has no expectation that Prompto should be upset about it. That he would have an existential breakdown about his origins right before his eyes, on cue; that would be silly, and too assumptive. V can see, even if some of it is trying to put on a brave face, that he's confronted this aspect of himself, has possibly turned it over in his head and maybe fought with the idea more than once. And now, he witnesses the fruit of these efforts; an acceptance, spoken plainly to him, even if there is a lingering unease beneath the surface.
But, even so, he's curious. V represents the part that Vergil looked away from, the part he would rather deny. The story behind someone else simply accepting who they were, and every part that came with it, is of interest to him.]
Until recently. How did you-
[V reaches out with a hand, fingers reaching out to almost-brush over the exposed skin where Prompto sports his tattoo. But he stops, remembering both himself and the threat of the empathy bond.]
-how did you find out? [He finishes, retracting his touch.]
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But, even so, he's curious. V represents the part that Vergil looked away from, the part he would rather deny. The story behind someone else simply accepting who they were, and every part that came with it, is of interest to him.]
Until recently. How did you-
[V reaches out with a hand, fingers reaching out to almost-brush over the exposed skin where Prompto sports his tattoo. But he stops, remembering both himself and the threat of the empathy bond.]
-how did you find out? [He finishes, retracting his touch.]