[There it is. Prompto drops his gaze, stills his hands on Sparky's feathers, and then gathers the little guy up, transfers him carefully back into Noct's lap.]

I wasn't born in Lucis.

[Retreating back into his own space, Prompto rests his hands in his lap, the back of his wrist cradled in his other palm, staring at his fingers as if his story's mapped there, somewhere.]

I was... made... in a research facility in Niflheim. They've been cloning, just. Millions of babies up there. And they pump the babies full of Starscourge, and.

[He shrugs, stiff and pale around the edges, then nods.]

That's what MTs are, under the armor. That's what I found out when I was up there.

[After a pause, he lifts his head so he can study Noct's face, see what might change this time, hesitant and hoping and resolved, either way.]

I was one of those kids, Noct. The ones they mass-produce to turn into MTs.