[his question is because he has his doubts that it would make a story worthy of v's time. he never got to explain it properly to noctis, feeling like adding on a lot of details would only just upset him. he finds his words lacking, when he wishes to ask ardyn for more information, to rehash that time, to make it real because it feels like it was just a dream with every passing day.]
[prompto brings his arm closer to himself and glances down at the tattoo, solemnly, almost, even if he has no need to. he knows the lines that mar his skin by memory, for all the time he spent wishing he didn't have them at all.]
[v isn't the type of person to ask questions for the sake of it. he wouldn't ask one if he didn't actually wish for an answer.]
[and so prompto takes a deep breath, before speaking,]
Right before I got here, a lot of things happened back home. I got chucked off a train--it's a funny story, almost. But... I ended up walking aimlessly for a while. [how much should he explain? how unnecessary are some of the details?] Long story short, I was taken to a magitek production facility, and there was this huge lab lined up with glass tubes.
[his arms spread out as he looks about, as if picturing the setting.]
There were bodies that looked just like me, just sleeping in them. It was pretty freaky, but I already had a suspicion. The doors only opened when I scanned my tattoo. There were research documents all over that mentioned the experiments, that mentioned me getting 'rescued' [air quotes] by Lucian soldiers. And then there was Ardyn, welcoming me back home with this... air of flippancy that I thought he was just being an ass on purpose.
[he deflates a little, rubs his left hand around his wrist, something he's used to doing, constantly.]
Then I met the man himself, Verstael Besithia. I never seen someone so crazy, talking crazy. 's my dad though, I guess? Biologically, there's no denying that. And as far as family reunions go...
I shot him in the head.
[and he puts his hands down, fingers tapping at his leg, as if any and all anxious energy can escape him through this action. he adjusts his position on the arm of the chair, having found himself in this position and not really minding the proximity that it allows, as odd as that may sound. he stares at his camera, in v's hand still.]
It was pretty intense living through it. It's almost like I wasn't in my body when going through that.
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[his question is because he has his doubts that it would make a story worthy of v's time. he never got to explain it properly to noctis, feeling like adding on a lot of details would only just upset him. he finds his words lacking, when he wishes to ask ardyn for more information, to rehash that time, to make it real because it feels like it was just a dream with every passing day.]
[prompto brings his arm closer to himself and glances down at the tattoo, solemnly, almost, even if he has no need to. he knows the lines that mar his skin by memory, for all the time he spent wishing he didn't have them at all.]
[v isn't the type of person to ask questions for the sake of it. he wouldn't ask one if he didn't actually wish for an answer.]
[and so prompto takes a deep breath, before speaking,]
Right before I got here, a lot of things happened back home. I got chucked off a train--it's a funny story, almost. But... I ended up walking aimlessly for a while. [how much should he explain? how unnecessary are some of the details?] Long story short, I was taken to a magitek production facility, and there was this huge lab lined up with glass tubes.
[his arms spread out as he looks about, as if picturing the setting.]
There were bodies that looked just like me, just sleeping in them. It was pretty freaky, but I already had a suspicion. The doors only opened when I scanned my tattoo. There were research documents all over that mentioned the experiments, that mentioned me getting 'rescued' [air quotes] by Lucian soldiers. And then there was Ardyn, welcoming me back home with this... air of flippancy that I thought he was just being an ass on purpose.
[he deflates a little, rubs his left hand around his wrist, something he's used to doing, constantly.]
Then I met the man himself, Verstael Besithia. I never seen someone so crazy, talking crazy. 's my dad though, I guess? Biologically, there's no denying that. And as far as family reunions go...
I shot him in the head.
[and he puts his hands down, fingers tapping at his leg, as if any and all anxious energy can escape him through this action. he adjusts his position on the arm of the chair, having found himself in this position and not really minding the proximity that it allows, as odd as that may sound. he stares at his camera, in v's hand still.]
It was pretty intense living through it. It's almost like I wasn't in my body when going through that.