...Right. Well. ...And you wonder why you keep hurting me.
[What else can he expect, pulling 'weapons' on a guy?]
You made me feel unsafe. Here, where I've been living. Every time I leave my room I have to ask myself, am I prepared to deal with the possibility of running into the person who--who tortured me, because it was fun, because he could use my, my--me, and how hurt I was, and wh-where I came from to hurt Noct--
[He has to break off to gulp down air. Not even the presence of two sweet baby animals can soothe him now.]
You used Noct. As your weapon. To make me stay here, like I'm trapped in that cell all over again, on. On that cross. That's how you made--how you make me feel.
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[What else can he expect, pulling 'weapons' on a guy?]
You made me feel unsafe. Here, where I've been living. Every time I leave my room I have to ask myself, am I prepared to deal with the possibility of running into the person who--who tortured me, because it was fun, because he could use my, my--me, and how hurt I was, and wh-where I came from to hurt Noct--
[He has to break off to gulp down air. Not even the presence of two sweet baby animals can soothe him now.]
You used Noct. As your weapon. To make me stay here, like I'm trapped in that cell all over again, on. On that cross. That's how you made--how you make me feel.