Gladio glared at his father, eyes hard and unyielding. Every muscle was tensed and ready for a fight - one he hoped wouldn't come but had to anticipate just in case.
Prompto's breathing, all panic and fear, and his borderline-hysterical words tugged at his heart and suddenly he realized maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. A sharp whistle and Noodle floated over from where she'd been waiting in the hallway. With a nod of his head towards Prompto, the incredibly cuddly Moogle drifted over to press against the blond's side and wrap her little arms around him. "Choco, you're safe now - kupo."
Satisfied that Prompto would hopefully take some comfort from the gentle Moogle, Gladio answered his father's questions.
"I don't even know what you're talking about or why you're accusing him of anything, let alone calling him a Nifflheim experiment." He knew his dad wouldn't make accusations like that lightly, but where the hell did he even get this idea? Was it even true?
Not that it mattered. Regardless of his origins, which Gladio knew almost nothing about, Prompto was a Lucian through and through. He was one of them - a brother in arms. And, as a result of time spent together over the years, a true friend.
"Even if he was born in Nifflheim and meant to be a soldier for 'em, that doesn't mean anything. I'm not a Shield just because I was born for it - I'm a Shield because I trained for it. I devoted my life to it. Prom devoted his life to chocobos, photography, and the Crown. An' his purpose at Noct's side was to be a friend and a protector. Which he is."
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Prompto's breathing, all panic and fear, and his borderline-hysterical words tugged at his heart and suddenly he realized maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. A sharp whistle and Noodle floated over from where she'd been waiting in the hallway. With a nod of his head towards Prompto, the incredibly cuddly Moogle drifted over to press against the blond's side and wrap her little arms around him. "Choco, you're safe now - kupo."
Satisfied that Prompto would hopefully take some comfort from the gentle Moogle, Gladio answered his father's questions.
"I don't even know what you're talking about or why you're accusing him of anything, let alone calling him a Nifflheim experiment." He knew his dad wouldn't make accusations like that lightly, but where the hell did he even get this idea? Was it even true?
Not that it mattered. Regardless of his origins, which Gladio knew almost nothing about, Prompto was a Lucian through and through. He was one of them - a brother in arms. And, as a result of time spent together over the years, a true friend.
"Even if he was born in Nifflheim and meant to be a soldier for 'em, that doesn't mean anything. I'm not a Shield just because I was born for it - I'm a Shield because I trained for it. I devoted my life to it. Prom devoted his life to chocobos, photography, and the Crown. An' his purpose at Noct's side was to be a friend and a protector. Which he is."