[and prompto wants to. maybe it's something about what connor had said in their text conversation, maybe it's just wanting to be okay about not carrying this huge, dreadful secret within him, or even just the idea that this much is hurting noctis-- but with one shaky sigh, just says it.]
Verstael Besithia created clones of himself to use them as fuel for the MTs.
A child was 'stolen' from the facility--the Magitek production facility--by Lucians. That kid... was me.
[he unwinds his wrist, removing the bandages that he kept tightly rolled around his skin. it reveals his barcode tattoo, intact, despite the fact that there's a blemish -- red and messy across his skin, like that of a burn halfway through healing. he really should have tended to that.]
The doors opened when it scanned this barcode. Unit 05953234. A production code.
[noctis might remember how adamant prompto had always been about keeping his right wrist under a band or otherwise covered. it never saw the light of day.]
...I knew I was adopted, tha-that I wasn't really Lucian. I suspected I was born in Niflheim. I just... never thought I'd just be created. A copy of the man who created the weapon which destroyed our home.
[his heart beats fast, fear mounting as he turns to look at noctis, a surprising look of calm on his features, as if he's ready to accept judgement.]
All the people inside those tubes-- [he nods a bit] they looked just like me. I don't know what any of it means, I shot him, he said I was created to serve him but I don't know if I was supposed to be of any use to the Empire or if I'm clean or if I'm normal but you gotta believe me Noct, I'd never do anything to hurt you or the guys or our home!
[he's turned towards noctis now, a pleading look on his face, tears threatening to fall]
no subject
[and prompto wants to. maybe it's something about what connor had said in their text conversation, maybe it's just wanting to be okay about not carrying this huge, dreadful secret within him, or even just the idea that this much is hurting noctis-- but with one shaky sigh, just says it.]
Verstael Besithia created clones of himself to use them as fuel for the MTs.
A child was 'stolen' from the facility--the Magitek production facility--by Lucians. That kid... was me.
[he unwinds his wrist, removing the bandages that he kept tightly rolled around his skin. it reveals his barcode tattoo, intact, despite the fact that there's a blemish -- red and messy across his skin, like that of a burn halfway through healing. he really should have tended to that.]
The doors opened when it scanned this barcode. Unit 05953234. A production code.
[noctis might remember how adamant prompto had always been about keeping his right wrist under a band or otherwise covered. it never saw the light of day.]
...I knew I was adopted, tha-that I wasn't really Lucian. I suspected I was born in Niflheim. I just... never thought I'd just be created. A copy of the man who created the weapon which destroyed our home.
[his heart beats fast, fear mounting as he turns to look at noctis, a surprising look of calm on his features, as if he's ready to accept judgement.]
All the people inside those tubes-- [he nods a bit] they looked just like me. I don't know what any of it means, I shot him, he said I was created to serve him but I don't know if I was supposed to be of any use to the Empire or if I'm clean or if I'm normal but you gotta believe me Noct, I'd never do anything to hurt you or the guys or our home!
[he's turned towards noctis now, a pleading look on his face, tears threatening to fall]