"I know. I had so much time with him he loved talking to me."

It was because everything he said hurt. The words opened his deepest wounds and rubbed salt in them.

"He made me to serve him and I was just a thing that belonged to him. You guys would never want me if you knew. Stuff like that. Never shuts up."

Prompto dreamed of those consequences. He dreamed of the pain, and suffering he endured. He was terrified of being restrained again, thanks to Ardyn, he had another phobia for his list, yet consider he'd been born and grown in a jar, maybe all of his phobias came from the man's doing in the first place.

"I knew you'd come for me."