Well look at you. Aren't you just a breath of fresh air. Not royalty. Not nobility. Nothing. Completely worthless. Look at you, cowering behind those you call friends. Are they friends? Or just meat shields. They don't even need you. The only reason you got to tag along was because you begged Noctis. And he felt sorry for you. They all felt sorry for the wee lil welp from the slums. And in the end? You're still nothing. A distraction. A liability. Not even worth the clothes on your back.
Break my Muse. Tell them everything you’ve ever felt about them on Anon or not. Every flaw you despise, every hateful thought, spill them out to them. No limits.
The reaction was immediate, the blond flinching back and bringing his arms across his chest. Trying to fold in on himself as quickly as possible. Words stung harshly, but he wasn’t going to break….not in front of strangers.
“They are my friends! ….They are. I.. I would never think of them as meat shields.” Prompto protested. Words dying in his throat as the onslaught kept coming.
“I…–” His hands clenched and released repeatedly to try and control his emotions. Having a hard time keeping it together. Anxiety was quickly kicking in and if he didn’t keep himself in check, he knew an attack was not close behind if it got worse. “I didn’t b-beg, he asked me… Because we’re best friends! He–”
The gunman shrunk back and remained quiet. Who was he to argue with what he had been telling himself all along… Quietly to himself…
“…Just go away…”
