[It takes Prompto a couple beats to realize Izunia isn't going to say anything. He looks up, startled, and then wraps his arms around himself again, rocking on his heels, trying to figure out what he wants to say next since he didn't think this far.]

I didn't ask for any of this. You keep telling me what I deserve, what I should have had, but you never... not even once asked me if I want any of it. You act like you know all these things about me, but to me, you came out of nowhere two months ago to start making decisions about where I should be and what I should know...

[What the hell made Izunia think telling Prompto Noct was going to die was a good idea five minutes after they met? Five minutes after Prompto tried to shoot Izunia right in the face because he thought he was Ardyn?]

I get that you're a good person trying to do good things. But I told you really clearly that I wasn't okay with being here, that I'm not okay with being here, that I couldn't... You agreed with me. That I couldn't trust you when it comes to him. And I can't trust you when it comes to me, now, either, or Noct, or Iggy, because you'll do whatever you want to us if you think it's "for" us. And you won't ask. And if we say no, you won't care, you'll find a way to do it anyway.