They don't have to know, Prompto's mind screamed at him, latching suddenly onto the realization that he'd only just put it together, there was no way his friends would know. He hadn't intended to hide it. He was going to tell them...

Was he going to tell them?

"That's not true! It doesn't matter what I was supposed to be. What I am is a Lucian!" He was struggling again, though they both knew it was futile. He had to be doing something. He had to try. If he just let Ardyn talk at him and hung here limply, it would only make Ardyn's words feel more true.

At that last 'suggestion,' however, Prompto nearly paused. There was something about it that made his skin crawl, but he didn't... understand.

"Wh-what are you... talking about, you crazy bastard?"