[Mm, well. Prompto looks down, fidgeting, and concentrates on holding his own residual horror at a distance. He's been other things, too, a hero and a Master and a victim, and so on and so forth...]
I... I thought the idea of turning might freak you out, too.
['What's the matter, boy? Never seen a man turn before?']
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I... I thought the idea of turning might freak you out, too.
['What's the matter, boy? Never seen a man turn before?']
It freaks the hell out of me.