Prompto appreciated it all the same and he offered him a small smile, and a weak little laugh. "Yeah, I know right?"

This dark cloud that was hanging over them needed to disperse.

He shrugged slightly. "I...you already know about it. It's probably as bad as you think."

He unclasped his bracelet and pulled the leather away, and there black ink and standing out was his magitek laced tattoo, one that marked him as property of the Empire and coded with a string of numbers instead of a name. MTs didn't deserve names.

However, true to his word, the skin around the tattoo was undamaged and healed completely, despite the fact he'd been rash.