Snake can't imagine what it must have been like to see copies of himself and to understand his background. He knows he's not quite absorbing the full implications of what Prompto's telling him.
And a barcode on his wrist? It must be something that can't be felt by touch. Only seen.
It's so insane. And yet. And yet.
He understands. He understands what it's like to be thrust into an absolutely insane situation and have to try to cope with it. To have your world rearranged and have no time to grieve about it, until after everything finishes.
He puts at arm around Prompto's waist. Leans his cheek against Prompto's own.
"You're real. You're a person and not an MT. You have a pointy chin and a million freckles. You like my cooking and you're not that bad at cooking. With help. You take pictures of the world and you describe them so well, I can see them too. My sister adores you. I love you."
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And a barcode on his wrist? It must be something that can't be felt by touch. Only seen.
It's so insane. And yet. And yet.
He understands. He understands what it's like to be thrust into an absolutely insane situation and have to try to cope with it. To have your world rearranged and have no time to grieve about it, until after everything finishes.
He puts at arm around Prompto's waist. Leans his cheek against Prompto's own.
"You're real. You're a person and not an MT. You have a pointy chin and a million freckles. You like my cooking and you're not that bad at cooking. With help. You take pictures of the world and you describe them so well, I can see them too. My sister adores you. I love you."