Prompto's protests were swept away as if they were made of nothing. Ardyn did not even acknowledge them, instead pressing forward with his idea, the sharp look in his eyes a permanent fixture.

"Maybe your dear friends will swoop in at the last moment, right before you change, and take you away from this empty, soulless place."

This keep, full of daemons and discarded soldiers. Perhaps Prompto would make for one of their number soon enough.

"But I doubt it. Now then, before we get started, promise me you'll play nice? There's no need to make it more difficult for the both of us."

Such a question was a borderline insult, but that was hardly enough to stop Ardyn from asking it.