Oh, man.

[The second word's muffled as Prompto brings his hands up in a tent over his nose and mouth, takes a deep breath, and then lets it out slowly. After a second, he sighs again, sits back, and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Ardyn.

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Bitter distaste undergirds everything Prompto says--no, it's stronger than that. Prompto's scared of him, too. No, wait. It's more than that.

Prompto hates him. Almost as much as he loves his friends. Prompto wants every atom that forms Ardyn Izunia to vaporize and die.]

He told me after we got separated. He had me brought to that Magitek research facility, the one where I was made. He... said some stuff, and of course I wouldn't have believed him, but I. Um.

[Again, he hunkers down a little, but his hate's strong enough to keep his head up against his discomfort.]

I have... this codeprint on my arm. I mean, I've always had it. And all the computers and scanners in the facility recognized it and let me through the doors. Because, well. All MTs have those codeprints, apparently, and I do, too.

[He shrugs.]

Pretty hard to argue with that, right?