[Prompto leans over his knees, hands digging through his hair and clasping at the back his neck. There's a sniffle, and when he comes back up, his eyes are red. He thumps back against the bench like all his energy is gone.]

I'm not going to change my mind. I saw the production facility. I saw what happens to the clones. That's not something that should have ever been allowed to happen. But...

[He sighs.]

But it's not up to me. If Besithia wants to make a bunch of replicas and skew Niflheim's male to female ratio... [He shrugs. A ton of clones set loose on the world isn't great, but it was better than melting them into daemon goo.] I won't argue. But you're not going to convince me MTs should exist.

[He turns his gaze on Gladio.]

And I want to be there with you. I do. No matter what happens, I want to be there.