[ It's tempting, just to let the conversation steer itself, to not course-correct back to why they came in here in the first place. But that wouldn't be fair to Connor, not to what Prompto sees in him that he wishes the android would see in himself, nor would it be fair to himself. If he's ever going to make this normal for himself, he needs to open up about it more, and what does he have to be afraid of from Connor, of all people?

They's traveled to different worlds and worked alongside one another and against all odds, made it here with their memories intact. Prompto trusts him.

...It still isn't easy to broach. So much for keeping his knees still — it's like an earthquake under there. ]

Right, so. Uhh...about...y'know. What the game was talking about? My mark.

[ He begins, as he always does, from a distance. ]

D'you...d'you remember, back awhile, when I told you about the Empire? About how they...created their armies?