He sucked in a deep, shaky breath. He was just managing not to cry. It was hard to believe that they'd be willing to accept him so readily. He'd been created for the sole purpose of hurting them. To kill Noct.

Thoughts of all those other experiments that hadn't escaped didn't help. Grown in a lab and shoved in armor or mutated into horrific daemons, without ever having a chance to live. The idea lingered in the back of his mind that that could have been him. There was nothing he did in particular to escape. Somehow, by some miracle, someone had taken him away. What were the chances of that? They had to be minuscule.

He rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes and nose and sniffed. He was a man, damnit, he wasn't going to cry. ...Right? He was at least human, wasn't he?

"You're... sure?" He glanced between them. "We can't know exactly what I am."

After all, how could they know he hadn't been created with some sort of kill switch or something? Prompto didn't even know what he was anymore. He let his bracelet slide back into place. It was so much easier to pretend he was like everyone else when he couldn't see it.