"I know you would. You did Noct." He gave him an unsteady smile, all nerves and uncertainty. This was his best friend who always had his back. That was what he thought.

"I...know." He whispered. "I was the lucky one."

If whoever saved him hadn't saved him, he would have been his own person. He'd have been canon fodder for the Empire. It would have been a waste of his bright cheer and personality.

Prompto swallowed thickly. "He talked about everything. He loved talking about how I was made and just...everything that mean to him and how I was just his plaything and he didn't even want me he just wanted you to come and I was his bait and just-"

Apparently, once the floodgates opened they did, and he was letting it out in a rush, repeating everything Ardyn told him while he suffered. While he was pinned down and played with like some toy he intended on breaking.

Sometimes he felt broken. Other times, he felt like he survived it.