Noct gently brought Prompto's wrist up kissing the barcode. "You aren't, though." He reassured. "You aren't a mindless soldier. You may have been born with that in mind but that isn't you." Noct smiled. "Never thought I would say this, but I'm grateful to the empire, then. They made you and somehow, you ended up coming to me."

He wrapped his arms around Prompto. "You're a Crown Citizen, Prom. Always have been. Where you came from doesn't matter now."