That was a difficult question to answer, his parents exercised a lot of control over him, a lot of neglect and he raised himself. In response to that, Prompto just shrugged. It was in the past, far enough that he didn't think much about his parents, aside from the odd times he lamented not having anyone. It was self-pity and nothing more.
"That's what Noct said. And Iggy. And Gladio." He smiled slightly at that. "And Noct is king, and you can't argue with him about who's a citizen or not." He honestly had had no argument to that.
"We got separated, and they had me captive. And the Chancellor..." He waved his hand a little. He didn't want to talk to it that much, but he trusted Cor, and Cor might know what to do, to fix whatever was fractured inside of him.
"He had me at the production facility and he made sure I found out..how I was made. Cloned. Whatever. But they said I was stolen when I was a baby. And I had to-" He seemed to be having difficulty talking, his emotions were a lot more raw without his usual filter. "Besithia. Verstael Besithia. I killed him. But he was going to kill me!" Ardyn had taunted him, syrupy voice over the loudspeaker, echoing in his ears. "He saw that memory. He thinks...he thinks I'm working for the Empire. That-that I have some kind of mission and he wanted to know what happens next but it was so much worse!"
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"That's what Noct said. And Iggy. And Gladio." He smiled slightly at that. "And Noct is king, and you can't argue with him about who's a citizen or not." He honestly had had no argument to that.
"We got separated, and they had me captive. And the Chancellor..." He waved his hand a little. He didn't want to talk to it that much, but he trusted Cor, and Cor might know what to do, to fix whatever was fractured inside of him.
"He had me at the production facility and he made sure I found out..how I was made. Cloned. Whatever. But they said I was stolen when I was a baby. And I had to-" He seemed to be having difficulty talking, his emotions were a lot more raw without his usual filter. "Besithia. Verstael Besithia. I killed him. But he was going to kill me!" Ardyn had taunted him, syrupy voice over the loudspeaker, echoing in his ears. "He saw that memory. He thinks...he thinks I'm working for the Empire. That-that I have some kind of mission and he wanted to know what happens next but it was so much worse!"