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“   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄?  “                                             an  independent  prompto  argentum  of  square  enix’s:   final  fantasy  xv

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𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ,  how its almighty strength and love of darkness quickly spread to even that of simple research.  tenebrosity of laboratories made shelter for mad scientists and the blood of ancient beings  ——-  they ,  he and prompto ,  stand at the threshold of a galactic heirloom;  a gateway to endless knowledge of empires long since passed.  and yet ,  the jedi master hesitates.  relics of old ,  are they truly worth the pain and suffering they have yet to witness  ?  to learn ?   vaguely ,  he knows only of grogu ,  his newest padawan ,  and his use to the remaining loyalists of the empire ,  but the child’s protectors gave only sparse details ,  for they knew only as much as moff gideon would willingly offer.  

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 ,   there is a history here  ——  a dark one that involved the creation of clones.  (   he thinks back to what master kenobi told him of the clone wars and the clones of kamino.   )   there is a pit in his stomach ,  though the force encourages him ever forward in this path of unleashing buried truths of former emperor palpatine.  he sighs ,  looks to the other beside him.  no doubt is the conflict of his heart evident to another.  ❝   prompto ,  are you sure you want to come with me?   ❞    /    @gunmyth·  !

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝,    𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥,    𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘥.              home  is  to  be  a  place  where  hearths  are  lit  to  guide  the  lost  home,      and  where  the  lonely  might  lay  their  heads  for  a  moments  reprieve.              this  place,      however?        in  a  galaxy  that  holds  both  good,    bad,  and  all  things  in  between,  is  nothing  like  a  home  nor  any  of  those  things...      and  yet  home  it  is,    and  deep  down,    prompto  knows  it.          this  place  birthed  him,      it  carried  him  like  a  mother  might  an  infant  in  the  womb,      but  it  also  sought  to  devour  him  like  it  did  the  others—        to  spit  out  horrid  monsters  made  of  men.          and  prompto?        prompto  could  feel  the  walls  watching  him.        could  feel  this  place  welcoming  him  home.        he  didn’t  know  the  whole  truth  of  his  existence,    yet  the  barcode  on  his  wrist  is  damning  and  he  knows  as  soon  as  he  lays  eyes  upon  this  place,    that  all  his  answers  lie  here.

                                    “        i-          i’m  sure,      lets  keep  going—    i’ll  be  fine.      “