[ alisaie is quiet as she listens, and for as hasty and impatient as she is as a person, she takes her time putting it together, pulling the story into a cohesive whole in her mind and comparing it against the person that she has come to know. there are still holes here and there, small details that want defining, but he has given her more than enough to understand.

her brow creases thoughtfully, and alisaie exhales, following the movement of his fingers against his wrist for a few moments before she reaches out, and carefully takes his hand. gently, and with care, she smooths her thumb over the black mark that she can only assume has to do with his birth, with his designation as a.. soldier? is that what he was meant to be? ]

Listen to me, Prompto.

[ she says, taking care to keep her voice level, gentle but still firm enough that he knows she will brook no nonsense. ]

Were our situations reversed, and I told you what you have told me, but about myself, how would you answer? What would you think of me?