And somehow you were...spirited away, I presume, from the processing facility, and that's how you were destined to be an MT yet so clearly...not.
[Injecting babies with the Starscourge to create daemons, just to process those daemons into fuel for their soldiers. It's an atrocity for which Niflheim deserves to burn, even above and beyond what they did to Insomnia and its inhabitants.]
Just since we got separated. The facility Aranea and I destroyed--that's where I found out.
[If he'd known, he'd never have approached Noct. Not in elementary school, not in high school, not ever. There are some miracles even the Oracle can't command.]
I always knew something was wrong, but I never could've guessed how messed up the actual truth was. It was... pretty horrible in there. Like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
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[Injecting babies with the Starscourge to create daemons, just to process those daemons into fuel for their soldiers. It's an atrocity for which Niflheim deserves to burn, even above and beyond what they did to Insomnia and its inhabitants.]
...How long have you known?
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Just since we got separated. The facility Aranea and I destroyed--that's where I found out.
[If he'd known, he'd never have approached Noct. Not in elementary school, not in high school, not ever. There are some miracles even the Oracle can't command.]
I always knew something was wrong, but I never could've guessed how messed up the actual truth was. It was... pretty horrible in there. Like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.