[ There's logic in Connor's response, yes, but even more than that, there's the delivery, given so matter-of-factly that it leaves Prompto wondering why he even questioned any of it to begin with. It is, of course, because his fears don't come from a purely logical place, but when his fears and doubts have been ingrained in him since before he can remember, even a solid year or so of putting self-acceptance into practice isn't easy. Slowly, surely, he untangles himself, with the help of his friends, and rearranges his perception of himself. Most of the time, he's fine, but gods, some days...it's still hard as hell, to reflect on what he came from, and ask himself how he could possibly deserve this life that he's found, that he was so impossibly gifted, out of millions of others just like him. Any of them could be in his place right now, but he is the one who's here.
But it really is just that simple, isn't it? He's not a Magitek Trooper. He's human, and he's made something of his life. He's done his best, despite where he came from, despite his shortcomings. When Connor puts it so plainly like that, how could he possibly think otherwise?
It's elegant in its simplicity, and Prompto has to dip his head down and blink hard and fast against the tears that begin to build in his eyes. ]
It's all about how I choose to be, huh? [ He knows that. He's known that for some time. But the reassurance is still so important for him to hear, yet again, from a trusted friend.
A quiet moment passes, before Prompto at last looks up again, meeting Connor's gaze across the table. ]
It's all about how we choose to be.
[ Because that doesn't just apply to him. Connor, too. ]
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But it really is just that simple, isn't it? He's not a Magitek Trooper. He's human, and he's made something of his life. He's done his best, despite where he came from, despite his shortcomings. When Connor puts it so plainly like that, how could he possibly think otherwise?
It's elegant in its simplicity, and Prompto has to dip his head down and blink hard and fast against the tears that begin to build in his eyes. ]
It's all about how I choose to be, huh? [ He knows that. He's known that for some time. But the reassurance is still so important for him to hear, yet again, from a trusted friend.
A quiet moment passes, before Prompto at last looks up again, meeting Connor's gaze across the table. ]
It's all about how we choose to be.
[ Because that doesn't just apply to him. Connor, too. ]