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Chapter 6

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Gladio hauled Prompto out of the heated pool where he collapsed into the chair, breathing heavily. 'Hey, don't push it blondie,' he warned gently, ruffling wet hair and Prom pouted at him, making him chuckle.

'Gladio's right Prom, you can't push too hard or you'll set yourself back,' Noctis agreed with his Shield, wheeling himself over. All the time spent sitting beside Prom's bed when he was unconscious and then keeping him company when not in therapy had irritated his own back badly. He tossed Prompto a towel and he began drying himself off.

'I know,' he muttered, he just hated feeling weak again when he'd come so far. He knew he was getting better, he could walk with support over short distances now, could stand still unsupported for minutes at a time, but he just wanted to be done with it. He'd made his decision but he wanted to wait to tell them until he was fully back on his feet. He rubbed his hair down and the dropped the towel, moving to get down onto the floor to do his stretches when his stomach cramped and he groaned, doubling over.

'Prom?' Noctis asked in alarm.

'I don't…oh…' he curled up and Gladio moved to his side.

'Easy, breath through it,' Gladio soothed and Ignis appeared with a heat pack to try and help relieve whatever muscle was cramping.

'S…some…thing's wrong,' Prompto groaned, hand gripping Gladio's arm. He'd never felt pain like it before, it wasn't a muscle cramp, he knew that much.

'Noct, call the medics,' Ignis ordered and Noctis pulled his phone out to make the call while Ignis and Gladio eased Prompto down onto the ground.

He cried out in agony, writhing and they held on to him as he began screaming, trying to keep him from aggravating his back. It felt like molten lava was being poured into his body and he wanted it to stop! He saw Noct and tried to reach out to him but he couldn't control his body as he writhed in pain.

'Prompto!' Noctis threw himself out of his chair and crawled over, cupping Prompto's face in his hands, seeing the pain and fear in his eyes. 'Hey, look at me, focus on me. Medics are on the way, you need to stay calm,' he told him firmly but gently.

'N…N…' he screamed again. He jerked and Noctis moved to cushion his head on his thighs, kneeling hurt but he wanted to keep Prompto from hitting his head on the tiled floor.

'I'm right here,' he promised and Prompto's eyes rolled back in his head, body convulsing. And then Noctis felt his blood freeze in his veins. 'No….' he whispered. 'Get my Dad, now!' he yelled so the guard outside would hear him. 'Hey, come on Prom, look at me. I need you to focus on me,' he begged.

'Noct?' Ignis demanded as he held Prompto's legs still.

'Something's gone wrong,' he choked out. 'It's active.' He looked back down to see Prompto trying to focus on him. 'That's it, I'm right here. I know it hurts but you have to stay awake, you have to fight it. It's…it's the harpy DNA, it's waking up. I don't know what it'll do to you, so you have to fight it, please. We can't lose you,' he told him, seeing the terror in his eyes. He leant down, ignoring the pain, to brush his lips against Prompto's. 'Fight for us, please. We're here, we won't leave you, ever,' he swore.

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Ignis looked up at where Noctis was kneeling, seeing Noctis with tears in his eyes as he stared down at the writhing Prompto. Could Prompto never get a break? Could they do anything if the harpy DNA was really activating? What would it do to him? Prompto was eighteen years old, practically an adult, with a firm personality and emotions, would that override the instincts and mentality of a harpy? He could see it, the bright blue of Prompto's eyes darkening, the hands Gladio was holding down clawing at the ground and leaving marks which human nails shouldn't.

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'Your Majesty!'

Regis turned to face the approaching Crownsguard. 'What is it?'

'The Prince needs you in the rehab room.'

'Did he say why?'

'No, but there was screaming. Amicitia and Scientia are with him and Argentum for a therapy session.'

Regis' eyes went wide and then a hand grabbed his arm.

'Then dawdling would not be a good idea at all,' his companion offered and then they were gone.

Regis stumbled slightly as they reappeared in the room to see Prompto writhing on the ground as the others held him down, Noctis cradling his head, speaking softly to him. 'Noctis?'

'Dad, help him, please!' Noctis looked up, tears running down his face and Regis warped over, looking down at Prompto only to freeze in horror.

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He moved to join them, looking down at a blond boy with familiar features, seeing his eyes darkening towards black. He knew what the boy was…but he had thought he had wiped all the facilities out, years before this one would have been created. It seemed the program had been restarted and somehow one of the clones had come to be not just in Insomnia but within the Citadel itself and with Noctis' group.

Noctis glanced up and his eyes widened. 'Uncle?'

'Hello, my boy,' he smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair, he hadn't seen Noctis since he had begun recovering from the attack.

'Can you help him? He's my best friend, our fourth,' the Prince pleaded desperately.

Well, he hadn't seen that coming. He knelt down beside the writhing child, studying him. 'Do we know how much harpy he carries?'

'Twelve percent, but also eight percent unknown, the rest registered as human,' the blond…Scientia, answered, tersely, obviously shocked by his presence, but there was also hope in his eyes.

'Can you help?' Noctis begged.

'I know no way to stop an Awakening,' he admitted. Merperson, Harpy, no matter what the species was, once it began it could not be stopped. 'Have you bonded yet?'

'No….he's only known the truth about us for about seven months?' Noctis whispered as Prompto screamed again, Gladio and Ignis straining to hold him down.

'N….No…c…t' the boy forced out through clenched teeth, obviously fighting to focus.

'I'm here,' Noctis whispered, gently stroking his damp hair.

'H…ur.ts…'

'I know, just keep fighting, stay with us.'

He watched him trying to sooth the clone, to give him the strength to fight against his own genetic makeup. 'You need to initiate the bond Noctis, quickly.' He had no proof it would work but also no evidence it wouldn't, better to try and fail then to do nothing.

'Will that stop this?' Gladio asked.

'I honestly don't know, but it is the best chance he has. Even if it doesn't, if the three of you can anchor him he may be able to hold on to his sense of self.' That was a guess and the odds were against them, but it was the only chance the boy had. If he turned fully, lost himself to the creature within, they would be forced to kill him or lock him away for life.

Noctis nodded and shifted with a grimace to be sitting, legs spread out, Gladio helping pull Prompto up into Noctis' arms, cradled by Noct's body. He held Prompto gently to his chest even as Gladio restrained his hands. Blue eyes were now all but black, finger nails more claws than anything human.

'S…Sto.p….it,' he begged, surprising the two older men, that he was still that coherent.

Regis knelt slowly, his brace clinking against the hard floor. 'You are stronger than this Prompto,' he told the boy, reaching out to grip his wrist gently but firmly, helping restrain him.

'No…le.t…hurt…'

That surprised him, was the boy saying what he thought? Asking them to keep him from hurting anyone. 'How old was he?' he asked and Ignis looked up at him. 'When he was rescued from the facility.'

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'Seven,' Noctis answered gently, placing a hand over Prompto's heart. 'This will feel weird,' he warned, not sure if Prom could hear him, 'it might hurt, it's not meant too but I don't know…' he looked for some sign that Prompto understood and his head jerked in an attempt to nod.

'T…tr.trust,' Prompto got out and Noctis managed a shaky smile before reaching for his magic, praying it would work. They couldn't lose him, if this didn't work then they would have to try something else. He would never give up on him. Prompto grit his teeth to hold back another scream, locking eyes with him and he let the magic flow.

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'T…tr.trust,' he forced out without screaming seeing Noctis smile back shakily. Prompto grit his teeth to hold back another scream, locking eyes with Noct's, even as he struggled to lock his muscles, to stay still. He could feel Gladio holding his arms, the King's hand on one wrist, that left Iggy to be pinning his legs. It hurt so much! He just wanted the pain to end. The King's hand vanished from his body, leaving just them.

'We're here,' Noctis whispered, sounding like he was far away, and he felt the hand over his heart press down hard.

He screamed, back arching as ice water poured through his body, battling the flames of pain. He was unaware of his body thrashing wildly as they struggled to restrain him without hurting him. All he was aware of was the contrasting powers trying to rip him apart.

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Noctis bit back a sob, fighting to keep his hand in place as Prompto convulsed in his arms, his Dad and Uncle moving in to help them hold him down now that the bond had been initiated and their presence wouldn't interfere. Unfocused, pure black, eyes rolled in their sockets, bare feet kicking against the floor, nails turned to claws. He closed his eyes to focus on his magic, rather than the horrible physical transformation. When he'd bonded with Ignis, there had been a brief pain for his first transformation but that had been it, nothing like this. Was it because Prom carried so little harpy that the Awakening hurt so badly?

He focused on how he felt for Prompto, his memories of their wonderful times together, pushing it all into the bond, wanting Prompto to be aware of how he felt. He struggled not to drown in the utter agony he could feel coming from Prompto despite the tiny thread connecting them. It would take time for the bond to strengthen, time they didn't have.

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Flames were licking at his mind, sinking into his memories, thoughts….feelings… he whimpered in fear as he felt them trying to twist things. He struggled to focus on the face above him…Noctis…his Prince…the enemy…his friend…love….

'Kill….' The voice hissed through his mind and he screamed in terror, even as the physical agony centred on his back, between his shoulders, he could feel the skin stretching, warping. That voice….he knew it…the Scientist…the one in charge of them…he gasped and whimpered.

A wave of cold washed through his body so suddenly his teeth chattered harshly as the voice was pushed out briefly. It was Noct leaning over him, holding him, Noct was his best friend, more? 'K…kil.l…me,' he pleaded.

'No, you can do this Prom, you can fight it. Let us help,' Noct begged and he felt a hand in his hair before Noct pressed his forehead to his, feeling tears splash against his face.

'We're here Prompto. Reach for us,' Gladio leant over, was it Gladio?

The flames were back, and he screamed.

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Ardyn helped hold thin yet strong shoulders down, feely pity for the child growing as he screamed in terror. Who knew what he was suffering mentally on top of the physical agony. When his spine bowed, he slipped a hand back, feeling the heat of the skin between his shoulders, something beginning to bulge beneath. The wings of a harpy were beginning to form, despite Noctis' magic.

With that pity was awe in the boys strength. He had seen a harpy Awakening once, and it had happened in minutes, mind and body transforming until there had been nothing left of the man he had called friend for years. That had been so long ago though, perhaps this was the normal time now?

Hearing him beg for death, seeing how it affected Noctis…well, he knew where he would be going when he left Insomnia. It appeared there were more facilities within the Empire he needed to 'visit'. They needed to be reminded of his existence as much as Regis' Council did.

'Sit him up,' he ordered, feeling the skin stretch further beneath his hand and they moved together to hold the clone…boy up in a seated position, his head lolling limply as he gasped for breath.

'Uncle?' Regis asked and Ardyn indicated his back. Regis grimaced in response. 'He's had two surgeries just above there.'

Ardyn nodded, seeing the mass of scars, so like those on Noctis' lower back. How much did these boys have in common? No wonder young Prompto was able to fit so well with his nephew.

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The flames burned deeper and deeper into his very being even as his back burned the hottest. The icy water surged through his body, fighting the flames and he welcomed the cold. He felt his body go limp, losing the strength to fight, feeling as he was moved, head hanging limp. He whimpered and felt a cool hand stroke his face, weakly trying to press into the touch.

'You with me?' a voice whispered. Who? A hand tipped his face up and he struggled to focus. 'Prom?'

Enemy! Danger! He hissed, weakly trying to move but his body wouldn't respond. Kill…destroy…

'We're losing him,' another voice spoke.

'No, Prompto stay with us. It's me, Noctis, your friend. I am not your enemy,' the first voice was back.

'Tricks…lies….' Whispered through his mind. 'Kill them all.'

He struggled to move, to obey, and then gasped as a wave of cold washed through him, pouring into him and with it came something else… he could feel three presences… enemy… friends…no…more…. Love…

'We're here Prompto, hold on to us,' a voice whispered, he knew it…he…Iggy?

Hold on…he tried to reach back to them, mind clearing. He forced his eyes open, staring into terrified dark blue. 'N…oooccc…' it was a hissing slur but obviously understood as some of the fear faded.

'That's it, hold on to us, we won't let go,' Noctis encouraged, stroking his face.

He leant into the cool touch, he could feel him…them…their strength…love…fear…he opened his mouth, trying to speak, and then the pain was back. He thrashed weakly, tears falling from his eyes and then he screamed as something exploded from his back.

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Regis grimaced as blood, tissue, and fluid literally exploded from Prompto's back, wing bones forcing their way free, swiftly unfurling as feathers covered them. He locked his own instinctive reaction to them down swiftly. The boy was still in there, still fighting. 'Noctis, the bond?'

'It's taking,' his son assured him. 'He…he's in so much pain.' He leant in to press a kiss to a burning forehead as Prompto gasped and panted. 'It's like fire in his mind, trying to twist him into something else. And….a voice, I don't recognise it, it's telling him to kill.'

'Harpies of a clan are linked, allowing them to act as one,' Ardyn explained grimly.

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Ignis focused on keeping Prompto's legs down, listening to the others but remaining silent. As the bond began forming he turned everything he could spare onto it, offering the younger male his strength, love, and knowledge. He did look up as blood flowed down onto the ground, seeing the wings hanging limp behind his friend. He felt the limbs under him go limp and cautiously loosened his hold, flexing fingers and hands to get the flood flowing again.

Looking up he saw Prompto's eyes were closed, his body limp in their hold. 'Is it over?'

Noctis looked up, face streaked with tears. 'I don't know,' he whispered shakily. He shifted his hold on Prompto, cradling him close, rocking him, kissing his forehead.

Gladio didn't move away though he did let go on Prompto's now clawed hands, hovering over them protectively, ready to pull them apart if needed. He glanced up and Ignis could easily see the horror and despair he was trying to hide, the fear he would have to kill a friend to protect his Prince.

Prompto's presence in the bond was murky and weak, more so than could be attributed to the bond being new, emotions muted, distant. He couldn't get a read on them, couldn't tell if he was now like the others or not.

Ignis looked down as he heard the sound of snapping bone, seeing his feet changing shape, becoming more like the talons of a bird, of a harpy. 'It's still happening,' he warned.

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Noctis didn't need to be told, he could feel the hair under his hand becoming feathery, seeing small feathers appearing randomly across damp, pale skin. He rocked Prompto gently, not bothering to try and wipe away the tears blurring his vision. 'Dad? Uncle?' he pleaded with them for answers.

His Uncle pressed a hand to Prom's forehead for a few minutes before sighing. 'I don't know,' he admitted.

'We should move back while he's out, get him further from the pool,' Ignis offered. 'His instincts will likely be very strong at the moment.'

Noctis nodded and began pushing himself back until Gladio got up and grabbed him under the arms, pulling them back and away from the therapy pool. He saw his Dad and Uncle move around, using their bodies to block any possible view of the water.

Prompto began to stir weakly, birdlike noises coming from his throat, and they all held their breath, praying to the Astrals that he would be alright. Black eyes opened slowly, focusing up at him and then Prompto shrieked and threw himself at Noctis, knocking him onto his back even as Noctis grabbed his wrists to keep the lethal claws away from his face, drawing a leg up to help keep him off of his body.

'Prom no!' he yelped as he struggled against his now much stronger friend. He saw Gladio summon a blade out of the corner of his eye. 'No! Don't interfere,' he snapped.

Noctis shifted his weight, twisting and throwing, despite the flare of pain it caused, off balancing Prompto enough to reverse their positions. Prompto had enough training not to fall for that move anymore, the fact it had worked proved Prompto wasn't in his right mind. All of the lingering weakness from the attack seemed long gone, body empowered by his Awakening and yet…Prompto should have overpowered him in seconds. He sat on Prompto's thighs, struggling to pin his hands to the floor.

'It's okay Prompto, you're safe. It's me, Noctis. You know me,' he whispered, reaching for the nascent bond between them, trying to calm him, sending him his love, his desire to protect Prom. 'I'm here, I've got you, just calm down.'

As he spoke, Prompto fell silent, black eyes locked on him. And then he heaved with everything he had and Noctis found himself being flung off, scrambling to try and get up, finding Gladio between them, sword reluctantly in hand even as he felt Ignis' hands under his arms, hauling him up. He could feel his Dad's magic gathering in the air, ready to protect him.

'Hold!' He snapped, throwing ever bit of Princely command he could into the order.

He saw Prompto, pushed into a corner, curled with his knees to his chest, wings limp, hands covering his face. His heart pounding, he took a step away from the others, that was not normal harpy behaviour, especially with the enemy right there.

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Regis was terrified when Prompto pinned Noctis to the ground and shocked when Ardyn held him back. It was a relief that Noctis managed to switch their positions and for a few seconds it seemed like he was getting through to his friend…until the boy threw Noctis away. He threw him off but did not attack. He called up his magic to defend his child and his Retainers only to hold back as Prompto scrambled away from them all, backing himself into a corner, cowering there. He released his hold on the magic, even as Noctis yelled at the others, willing to wait and see.

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Ardyn was happily surprised when the boy went still as Noctis spoke to him but then he threw Noctis away only to stop the attack to cower in a corner, that was definitely not normal harpy behaviour. He should be attacking and trying to kill them all, even with the horrendous odds against him, especially if he was hearing the voice of an older harpy commanding him to do so. Personally, he would prefer to live in peace with the others species of Eos, but if they wanted to fight then so be it.

Even if the child was lost, they couldn't kill him now, he would have to be detained for life, kept secret from everyone. Killing him would break the bond, injuring the other three.

When Noctis took a step towards the cowering form, Regis tensed but Ardyn shook his head. The boy's only hope of any kind of freedom was Noctis being able to reach him. He could tell from only a few minutes exposure to them, his nephew loved the boy and if there was any way to reach the human part of him, that love was likely the key.

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His mind was being torn apart! He couldn't think as the fire and ice water fought inside of him, reacting to the pain but then there was something…soft, gentle….the icy feeling reacting to it, soothing the pain and he panted, gradually becoming semi-aware of a voice.

'It's okay Prompto, you're safe. It's me, Noctis. You know me.' The frosty cold surged, growing stronger, cooling the flames. 'I'm here, I've got you, just calm down.' Slowly an image came into focus above him, the scent of salt water filling his nose…enemy!

He threw it off with everything he had, scrambling back and away as he was overwhelmed by new senses, all screaming danger, enemies. He cowered in a corner, hiding behind his hands as he struggled to make sense of everything. There were five…two older and powerful, one more so than any other. The other three were younger, weaker, but still strong. A voice in his head screamed to attack, to kill, to rip them apart and he curled his arms around his head. He…he had to obey….didn't want to…wanted….

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As Prompto continued to huddle in the corner, almost rocking himself, Noctis glanced at his Dad and Uncle. He could tell they were wary but also unsure.

Ardyn offered a small smirk and waved him forward. 'Carefully,' his ancestor warned and Noctis nodded.

Ever so slowly he began to move towards Prompto, making noise so as not to startle him, but being careful not to be too noisy, crawling on the tiled floor, not willing to risk falling if he tried to get up. Harpies had far better hearing than a human and he didn't want to hurt him with what would normally be a normal volume. 'It's okay Prom, it's just me. I won't hurt you. You know me,' he murmured, watching as Prompto gradually stopped moving and then he heard it, the soft noises of fear and distress, more than that, he could feel it, though weakly. That worried him, could Prompto speak or understand? 'I know you're scared but it's okay, we'll help. No one is going to hurt you.' Seeing Prompto beginning to tense he pushed up to sit on his knees, ignoring his screaming back. 'Please Prom, give me some kinda sign you can understand me,' he pleaded. 'Let me see you.'

A wing shifted, moving up, hiding more of him from sight but it was a reaction, conscious or not.

'I'm not scared of you, or disgusted. No matter what, you're still Prompto. You're my best friend, one of mine. Can't you feel it?' he asked, ever so gently nudging the bond and he saw Prompto shiver slightly in reaction. 'Sorry, it's cold. Comes from being a sea creature I guess.' He kept rambling on softly and ever so slowly the wing fell away again.

Gradually, a hand shifted, and black eyes met blue, the rest of his face hidden still. He already missed the bright blue that always held a smile, even when he was in pain. He made sure to stay still, offering a small, closed mouthed, smile, knowing better than to show teeth and offer a challenge. 'There you are,' he whispered. 'Can I come closer?' he asked, and he heard a hesitant chirp, so he shifted to crawl closer until he saw Prompto tensing again. He sat with his legs crossed, facing Prompto.

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Part of him wanted to scream at Noctis to get back, to put himself between the two, to defend his Prince. But….it was Prompto. He was Noctis' Shield, his first duty was to protect the heir to the Throne. Noctis had ordered him to stand down and he was grateful, he didn't want the bubbly blonds blood on his hands. The idea of killing a bond mate, someone he was truly coming to love…the very thought of it sickened him. Seeing Noct go down under Prompto had terrified him, but now that Prompto was crammed into the corner he realised something, Noctis shouldn't have been strong enough to hold him off. That had to mean that some part of Prompto had been holding him back even while trying to attack.

Seeing him now, it was hard to remember he was no longer human, that he was physically the strongest in the room, except for maybe Ardyn. He physically seemed to be mostly harpy, but those actions were all human as he cowered from them, trying to hide even as Noctis whispered to him, until he was allowed to get closer.

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Regis watched as Noctis slowly calmed Prompto, getting closer to him, and then he winced as he realised there was someone missing from the room. He reached out through his own bonds to Cor, urging him to come. That was when he realised someone was trying to get into the room which Ardyn must have sealed. He moved slowly and carefully across the room to open it and slip outside, finding a panicked medical team. He quickly dismissed them and then saw Cor approaching at a jog, feeling his worry as he saw what room Regis had come out of.

'Regis?' he called, and Regis grimaced slightly, he didn't want to have to tell him what had happened. He had no choice though, so he pulled him into another room and sealed it to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. 'What's happened?' He demanded.

'It's Prompto,' Regis started, seeing his Marshal tense. 'Something…activated the harpy DNA.'

Descargar mac os x lion 10.7 dmg mega. 'No,' Cor shook his head in disbelief, refusing to believe it.

'He's alive,' he quickly assured him. 'Noctis initiated the bonding process. He's scared and likely very confused with his new senses. Have you ever seen a harpy cower in a corner rather than attack? And yet that is what he is doing,' he explained as gently as he could give such news. 'The physical change is shocking,' he warned. 'Noctis has managed to get close but you might have more luck. You've known him longer, even lacking a bond to him.'

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Cor was in shock, horrified that Prompto had undergone the Awakening, terrified that the boy he had watched over for so long may be gone. He should have been with him! He didn't know what he could have done but he could have at least been there for him. He had no children but…Prompto was the closest he had. 'I need to see him,' he stated, and Regis nodded, leading him back to the rehab room.

'Remember, his senses are a lot stronger and probably going haywire. Take it slow and quiet.'

Cor nodded and followed him into the room. He saw Ardyn by a wall, then Ignis and Gladio in the middle of the room. It took him longer to spot Noctis sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning forward slightly, towards the corner. He stepped quietly closer and froze as he saw Prompto for the first time. He forced back the first, instinctive, reaction to the sight of a harpy, especially so close to his Prince. He made himself really take him in, seeing the limp wings, taloned feet, clawed hands covering his face, blond hair now feathery looking. He was dressed in swim trunks, showing scattered, small, feathers over bared skin.

He took a deep breath and began moving slowly forward. 'Hey Sunshine,' he called softly, using the name he'd given him on their journey to Insomnia and he felt a shift, knowing Prompto was aware of his presence and looking at him even though his face was mostly hidden. 'Having a pretty bad day, huh?' that got an odd noise from the kid and he felt something inside himself relax at the acknowledgment of his words, Prompto could understand him.

He dropped to his knees so as not to tower over the boys, Noctis quiet and watching now. Ever so slowly he made his way closer, until he was even with Noctis. 'Can I come closer?' he asked gently, gentle wasn't something he did often, except with these two precious boys. 'You know I won't hurt you,' he reminded the skittish boy and then he heard a hesitant chirp.

He shifted slowly closer, hands open and down, unthreatening as he slid across the smooth floor, noticing Regis move behind him to help block the view of the pool if Prompto looked up. As he got closer he heard the nervous chittering so he went still, waiting for them to stop before moving again. He finally reached the wall and ever so carefully he leant against it, beside Prompto. Cor heard his breathing speed up, his body trembling slightly. Fear? Or fighting new instincts that likely screamed to attack?

There was a little space between them, and Cor made sure he was slumped, making himself smaller the best he could, radiating not a threat. He stayed like that for a while, not looking directly at Prompto, listening as he slowly calmed down, before Cor slowly moved one hand towards Prompto, fingers spread to show his hand was empty of weapons. Nervous chittering came from Prompto again, but he didn't lash out, and Cor brushed his fingers over the boys arm, feeling the fine down covering the skin, so fine he couldn't see it, only larger feathers visible, scattered in no apparent pattern over pale skin.

'See? That doesn't hurt. Your down is soft,' he murmured, and he met black eyes without fear. 'It will be alright Prompto, we know you're still in there,' he promised and then a shaky arm lowered slowly, revealing part of his face. 'That's it,' he praised gently, lifting his hand to gently brush his knuckles over Prompto's cheek and then Prompto was pressing into his touch, soft, cooing noises coming from his throat and Cor smiled, careful not to flash his teeth. 'Come here Sunshine,' he urged gently, lifting his arm in offering and Prompto hesitated, torn, but then slowly he uncurled further, leaning towards him. Cor wrapped his arms around his shoulders, careful of the drooping wings. He tucked the kid into his side, running his hand up and down his arm to sooth him.

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'Cor gives great hugs,' Noctis whispered and Prompto chirped, rubbing his cheek against Cor's chest.

Cor glanced up at his King to see Regis relaxing, looking utterly relieved and he could feel it too. He could feel it through the bond, if it had come to no other choice, he would not have let Cor or any of the boys land the killing blow, even if it meant doing so himself. Though, with the bond in place, even brand new, killing Prompto would have been a very, very last resort.

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He hurt! Everything was loud and bright, too much! He cowered against the wall, knees to his chest, back weirdly heavy as he hid his face in his hands. He just wanted it all to stop! He heard noise, felt someone approaching, smelling saltwater, felt the urge to attack and huddled deeper into the corner.

'It's okay Prom, it's just me. I won't hurt you. You know me,' a voice murmured softly, too close!

The voice…he…he knew it? He went totally still, senses locked on the nearby being, the one part of his mind screamed was dangerous, the enemy. He couldn't help the noises coming from him, too distressed and scared.

'I know you're scared but it's okay, we'll help. No one is going to hurt you.' The voice continued and he tensed as it got even closer but then it stopped, moving lower. 'Please Prom, give me some kinda sign you can understand me,' it pleaded. 'Let me see you.'

He couldn't help it as the weight on his back shifted up, hiding more of him from sight. Something in him wanted to hide, ashamed, and he didn't understand, why didn't he want the other to see him?

'I'm not scared of you, or disgusted. No matter what, you're still Prompto. You're my best friend, one of mine. Can't you feel it?' It asked and he felt something cold wash through hm, shivering. 'Sorry, it's cold. Comes from being a sea creature I guess.' The voice kept talking but he wasn't listening to the words.

He listened to the gentle, nervous tone, felt the cold, he knew it, he did…the heavy thing slowly dropped away. Curiosity gradually began to grow and ever so slowly he shifted a hand, staring into dark blue eyes.

The other stayed still, offering a small, closed mouthed, smile, no teeth. 'There you are,' he whispered. 'Can I come closer?' he asked.

Closer? No….yes… he finally let out a hesitant chirp, watching as the other shifted to crawl closer. He tensed when it got too close and it stopped, sitting and looking at him. It…he…continued speaking and he didn't understand. It looked sad, gentle…why did part of him want to hurt him? Another part wanted to curl up in his arms and beg him never to let go. He didn't understand what was happening to him.

He felt it as one left and then it came back, with another, and he pressed deeper into the corner, scared. The new one was coming close!

'Hey Sunshine,' the new one called softly, and he focused more on it…him. Sunshine? 'Having a pretty bad day, huh?'

He felt an odd noise come from his own throat in response to that and then the new one was dropping closer to the floor as well, beginning to move even closer and he fought not to panic. 'Can I come closer?' the voice was gentle, but he felt strong, dangerous…not dangerous? 'You know I won't hurt you.'

He did? How? He closed his eyes against the pain in his head. What was wrong with him? He…he knew the voices…why didn't he remember? He peered out from behind his hands, seeing him and the first one on the floor together…past them, two more stood and there was something… then the two old ones, powerful, scary, dangerous. He focused back on the two closest. Maybe…maybe he did know them? He let out a hesitant chirp, he didn't know if he would hurt him or not but maybe it would be okay to be closer? Something told him he was stronger, could fight back if attacked.

The second was older than the first, big, but all he did was shift across the floor slowly, hands open and down…no claws…. Then he leant against the wall beside him, and he couldn't help it as his breathing sped up, body trembling slightly. There was a war in his head as he fought against the instinct to attack, scared…other parts saying he was safe. There was a little space between them, and the other slumped down, making himself smaller, radiating not a threat. He stayed like that for a while before slowly moving one hand, fingers spread.

He couldn't help chittering nervously, but he held himself from lashing out. Freezing totally as fingers brushed his fingers over his arm. it felt…nice?

'See? That doesn't hurt. Your down is soft,' the one murmured, and he met blue eyes, seeing no fear. 'It will be alright Prompto, we know you're still in there,' he promised .

Prompto…he lowered a shaky arm slowly, to see better. Prompto…was him? Prompto….yes, he was Prompto. He was…

'That's it,' the other praised gently, lifting his hand to gently brush his knuckles over Prompto's cheek.

He froze at the touch but then he was pressing into it, soft, cooing noises coming from his throat. He couldn't help it, he knew the touch…knew him, he did. Why couldn't he remember?

The other smiled at him. 'Come here Sunshine,' he urged gently, lifting his arm in offering and Prompto hesitated, torn, but then slowly he uncurled further, leaning towards him. An arm wrapped around his shoulders, careful of the weight on his back, tucking Prompto into his side, running his hand up and down his arm and it was soothing.

He closed his eyes, forcing his instincts under control. He wouldn't hurt Prompto, he promised! And Cor never lied to him…Cor! This was Cor, he…he had…found him? Saved him?

'Cor gives great hugs,' the first whispered and Prompto chirped, rubbing his cheek against Cor's chest.

He smelt like saltwater too, power…he shivered in fear but forced himself to press closer. It was getting easier, to ignore the voice. He didn't want to listen to it, he wouldn't. It wasn't here, they were. He slowly lifted his head to look up at Cor, studying him. Yes, this was Cor and Cor wouldn't hurt him. A hand shifted and he felt it run through his hair, shivering at the touch but unable to hold back the contented noises. 'Cor.'

Cor blinked and then smiled again. 'Can you speak?' he asked, confusing him, he just had. 'Can you speak Lucian? You can understand us? You can nod for yes.'

Prompto carefully nodded. Speak Lucian? He was so confused. He just talked, there were different ways?

'Prom?' the first called and he looked over at him again, head tilting, curious.

He looked down at the hand slowly extending towards him, then glanced up at Cor to see no alarm in his expression. He lifted his own hand towards him and then stopped, looking between their limbs. His was so different….long sharp claws. That…he…he yanked his arm back, tucking both to his chest.

'Oh Prom, no. It's okay,' the first whispered. 'Please…can I come closer? I would never hurt you.' He felt the cold sensation again, something…longing….soft…

But…he might hurt him…he couldn't, that would be bad. He was to be protected. He had to protect his…friend….his what? He jerked a nod, holding himself still in Cor's arms.

'Okay, thank you,' he shifted across the floor and then gently put his hand on Prompto's knee.

Prompto watched him, curious. Ever so slowly he lowered his own hand from his chest, watching as the first one shifted his hand to touch it and then he slipped his fingers between his claws, gently touching his hand and wrist and…he felt a flash of pain in his head, an image, two hands like this, one wet, scaled, clawed…merman… He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it.

'Prom? You okay?' he asked softly. 'You remember this? When you first found out about me. I was so scared you would hate me or be disgusted but then you touched my hand even with the claws.'

He opened his eyes to stare into dark blue, listening to his words. He found his other hand moving, reaching towards him, and then he froze, uncertain but the other just sat still. Very slowly and carefully, he reached out to touch his face, not wanting to hurt him. He watched as his eyes closed and he leant into his touch and then Prompto shivered, feeling the cold again. It…it was coming from him. It was strange but…he remembered burning, hurting, the cold had made it stop.

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Regis watched as Cor and Noctis talked quietly with Prompto, seeing the boy slowly relax. There was something though… about how he was reacting to them. He could almost see a lightbulb go off over the boys head at one point when he was looking at Cor but then when he looked at Noctis, it hit Regis. Prompto didn't recognise his son. He hadn't recognised Cor at first either, but he seemed to now. Had his memory been permanently affected? Or was it simply that with all the new information from his senses, the pain of his transformation, that he was having difficulty putting things together?

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Noctis stared into black eyes as he held Prompto's hand and realisation sank in…there was no recognition in those eyes. He wanted to scream, cry…and then a hand was lifting towards his face before freezing. Noctis remained still, waiting to see what Prom would do. He seemed to recognise Cor, so why not him? Then a clawed hand came to very carefully rest against his cheek and he let his eyes close, leaning in to the warm touch. Unable to help himself he gently reached for the magic that now bound them together, feeling Prompto shiver. He opened his eyes to see confusion fading to realisation of something.

Noctis was surprised when Prompto leant away from Cor and towards him. He smiled without teeth again and lifted his free hand slowly to move across his shoulders, pressing gently and Prompto went with it. He shifted around so that his back was to the wall, adjusting his arms so he was holding Prompto. 'I've got you Prom,' he whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

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Lips brushed over his forehead as he was held, and he chirped before clenching his eyes shut as his head screamed. He shivered, hands coming to cling to Noct's shirt, not noticing as it tore. Noct…Noctis…he trembled in his arms. This was Noctis, his best friend….his Prince…his…his? He rubbed his face against his chest and then lifted his head, seeing the sadness in his eyes. He leant in and pressed his lips to his. 'Noct.'

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Noctis froze as dry lips pressed to his for a second and then he made a noise. He stared down at Prompto, he kissed him, did that mean? 'Prom? Do you know me?' Noctis asked shakily, hope growing and then Prompto's head jerked up and down and Noctis choked back a sob of relief. He pulled him even closer, hugging him tight. 'I knew you were still in there. You're going to be okay.' It didn't matter that he couldn't seem to speak any kind of human tongue, he was responding to them. He remembered him now. Was his memory damaged? Or was it temporary?

He let his hands rub soothing circles on Prompto's back before slowly moving to his shoulders, to where his new wings emerged, very gently massaging the muscles, feeling Prompto go limp against him. He could feel the muscles were rigid and it wasn't surprising, the musculature had been forced to change quickly and was now supporting a lot of new weight. 'Sore, huh?' he murmured, hearing a noise he took to mean yes. 'You're not used to the weight of wings, and the muscles feel different,' he explained gently. He glanced up at where his Dad and Uncle were watching. 'Dad, potion?'

His Dad frowned and glanced at Uncle Ardyn who seemed to consider things.

'I see no reason not to try,' the oldest Lucis Caelum admitted. 'It should at least help the pain.'

Noctis summoned one and gently broke it against the bare skin, feeling Prompto shiver. To him, Prompto felt hot within the magic of the bond. Which meant his magic likely felt cold to his friend. 'Sorry,' he murmured, going back to gently massaging the muscles. 'I guess that feels really cold to you. I can feel you and to me you're hot, but it's nice too,' he explained softly, feeling Prompto go limp in his hold. 'I know you're confused and scared but it's going to be okay. We'll help you adjust,' he promised. He heard the soft, happy noises coming from Prompto even as he rubbed his face against Noct again and Noctis smiled down at him.

He felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder and willingly leant into Cor, his back was killing him, but he wasn't going to move. Prompto needed him and he wanted him to calm down because it might trigger his transformation. If they could get him back to human form they would be able to communicate better, could get an idea of what he remembered, if there was permanent damage.

'You're doing so good Prom, I'm proud of you. You're safe. I bet you're tired too,' he whispered, feeling Prompto settle his head on his shoulder, strangely textured hair tickling his neck. He moved a hand up to run through feathery golden hair, he felt Prompto press into his touch. He glanced down to see his eyes drooping sleepily. 'It's okay, you can sleep.'

Prompto blinked up at him, beginning to drowse and then he obviously said something, Noctis couldn't understand him, just like Prompto didn't understand them under water. He knew he'd pick up some simple words with enough exposure since Prompto had from them.

'We won't leave you,' he promised. 'Love you,' he breathed in his ear and Prompto's eyes finally fell shut, his body becoming lax in his arms, heavier, as he relaxed totally. Noctis just kept up the gentle stroking, wanting him to know he was there. He looked up as Ignis carefully moved a little closer, kneeling down.

'Do you need anything?' he breathed as quietly as possible.

'Water.'

'Pain pills?' He asked and Noctis grimaced but nodded. Ignis moved away and then returned and Cor took them, helping Noctis take them so he wouldn't have to stop.

Then they startled as Prompto's body shifted, wings melting away until the very human form he knew well was sleeping in his arms. Noctis let the relief wash over him as Prom became a bit lighter without the wings and extra muscle.

'Do you want to move?' Cor asked and Noctis hesitated.

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'It may be better for him to wake somewhere familiar,' Uncle Ardyn spoke up.

'What if he doesn't remember? He didn't know us at first. Waking up somewhere new could scare him,' Noctis answered.

'Your room Noct,' Ignis offered. 'Even if he does not consciously remember it, his own scent is through it, especially the bed.'

Noctis hesitated but then nodded and Cor stood, bending down to carefully lift Prompto without waking him. It was normal to be utterly exhausted from the first transformation, it was shocking he'd stayed awake so long, but fear could do that.

Gladio moved in and picked Noctis up very gently but he still had to bite his lip to smother the pained noise as his back let him know it was very unimpressed. 'I've got you,' Gladio promised, holding him securely. Ignis went ahead of them to make sure the corridor was empty just to be safe.

'Call immediately if you need anything. Cor, please stay with them. If Prompto doesn't remember the other boys then your presence will be a comfort,' his Dad said. He then walked over and took Noctis' hand in his. 'I am so proud of you,' he whispered and Noct blushed slightly. He hadn't done anything special.

Uncle Ardyn chuckled. 'Oh, you did nephew. I have seen many harpies over the centuries, what you did here, anchoring him and then calming him is something I have never seen done. We will talk later; I believe I will be staying for some time.' With that he vanished.

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Ignis quickly pulled back the covers and then stepped back as Gladio settled Noctis down on the bed, Ignis putting the pillows into place to help support him. once he was comfortable, Cor lowered Prompto's sleeping body into Noct's waiting arms. It was risky, what if Prompto was confused when he woke and lashed out? But there was no way Noctis would allow himself to be parted from their newest bond mate, not when the bond needed contact to stabilise and strengthen. He sat down on the bed, pulling his gloves off before gently running his fingers through Prompto's hair. They had come so close to losing him. he felt Gladio's hand rest on his shoulder, offering comfort.

'He'll be oaky, whatever it takes, we'll help him.'

'He may never remember us,' Ignis whispered.

'So we make new memories, with no secrets this time,' Gladio told him.

'Gladio's right,' Noctis agreed.

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Regis collapsed behind his desk, head in his hands. It had come so close to going horribly wrong. It was hard enough for him, being parted from two of his, he couldn't imagine if any of them were actually dead. Yet they had almost had to make that decision for young Prompto, to kill him to save Noctis. Yet his son had never been afraid, had he known, sensed, that Prompto wouldn't hurt him?

He picked up the phone and began making calls. Prompto's parents were mostly absent and as far as he knew they were no longer in contact; besides they were fully human and wouldn't be able to do anything to help Prompto's condition. There was also no way the boy could return to his own apartment in his condition. He had been staying in the Citadel for safety and access to medical care but now he would need to become an official resident. Perhaps once he had adapted, if he regained his memories, he could return to his apartment, but there was no guarantee his memories would return. And even if they did, he doubted the others would let him live outside of the Citadel without them.

They would need a story to cover his sudden changes in personality and memory, no one could know of his Awakening. He was eighteen and so did not need a guardian normally, though if one became necessary due to his altered mental state, he had the feeling Cor would be volunteering.

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He felt warm and safe, there was a cool hand on his back, gently stroking the skin and it felt nice. Everything was soft, he could smell saltwater, power….Noct…Cor…others…himself? He shifted, not wanting to wake, but something had changed.

'Shh, it's okay,' Noctis murmured in his ear and he became aware they were pressed together, his head resting on Noct's shoulder. He lazily rubbed his cheek against him even as he realised it was Noct stroking his back. He pressed into the hand, it felt nice.

Ever so slowly he opened his eyes, blinking in the low light. He stiffened; this wasn't the same place.

'Easy, it's okay Prom, you're safe,' Noctis promised. 'You awake?'

He nodded, hand shifting to clutch at Noctis. 'Where?' he asked and blinked at the noise.

'Home,' was the answer.

Home? What was home? He turned his head, but he couldn't see Noct properly and he shifted, Noctis moving so there was space enough between them that they could see each other's face. There was a soft smile on Noctis' face and he reached out, freezing as he saw his hand…no claws…

'It's okay Prompto, just stay calm. You changed back when you feel asleep,' Noctis explained but he was still confused. 'You know who I am?'

'Noct,' he answered immediately.

'That's me,' Noctis' smile widened. 'You didn't recognise me before, did you?' he asked and Prompto shook his head, feeling bad. 'Hey, it's okay. You've been through something really traumatic.'

He frowned in confusion, he had? The pain… 'It hurt.'

'I know,' Noctis hugged him again and Prompto cuddled in.

Then it hit him. 'Couldn't understand me?'

'You weren't speaking a human language before Prompto, you were communicating like a harpy. Now you've shifted back to human, you're speaking Lucian again.'

He still didn't fully get it, but he believed Noct. 'Kay.'

'Do you remember Iggy and Gladio?' Noct asked and Prompto tried but the names meant nothing. Was he meant to know? 'Shh, it's okay if you don't. No one will be mad. Even if you never remember from before.'

'Sorry,' he mumbled and Noct's arms tightened around him. With Noct holding him he felt totally safe, cared for…loved. He tried to press closer, rubbing his cheek against Noct's chest.

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'None of this is your fault,' he whispered as he held Prompto, heart breaking for him. 'You can get to know them again if you never remember. Just know they love you and they want you to be safe and happy.' He felt Prompto nod against his chest. 'They'd like to see you, if you're up to it. They won't come any closer than you want.'

Prompto was quiet in his arms and he let him think in peace. 'Stay?'

'Of course,' he promised. Now he had a new worry, Prompto's speech. But he shook it off as Prompto nodded. 'Okay,' he reached with his magic for them and soon there was a soft knock on the door. 'Come in,' he called, and it opened, Ignis peering in.

'Noct?'

He felt Prompto stiffen slightly in his arms. 'It's okay, that's Iggy,' he explained. 'Come in, slowly,' he told Ignis who nodded and slowly approached the bed.

'Prompto?' Ignis called softly and Noctis loosened his grip for Prompto to move slightly, peering up at Ignis who smiled. 'Good morning,' he greeted. Unsurprisingly, Prompto had slept the rest of the day and night, between the therapy session in the pool and then

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Ignis stayed where he was once Prompto looked at him, letting the blond study him. He hated seeing no recognition in his eyes, not when he had gotten used to Prom being happy to see him. He fought the urge to hold his breath as Prompto cautiously sat up, Noctis moving with him to lean against the headboard, watching but not interfering. 'I am glad to see you awake.' He was amazed to find Prompto so calm.

They had been worried that once awake again, with the pain and haze of his transformation gone, that Prompto would be different, more like a normal harpy. He was changed, different, but not in the way they had feared. None of them had been happy with Noctis kicking them all out of the room, but he'd had a point. Overwhelming Prompto was asking for trouble. He didn't know how he was controlling his instincts so well if he didn't remember them, maybe part of him did? He reached out with the bond, feeling Prompto's confusion, fear, and then Prom looked at Noctis and Ignis swallowed as he felt it, love. Was it because the bond came from Noctis that Prompto had remembered him, loved him? Though he had also recognised the Marshal.

'May I approach?' he asked gently, and he waited while Prom looked nervously at Noctis who smiled softly at him. Prompto turned back to him and nodded, chewing his lip uneasily. He moved very slowly and calmly, approaching the bed until he stood beside it and then he carefully extended a hand to Prompto.

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Prompto stared at the hand, unsure. Noct said he knew Iggy…why couldn't he remember? He wanted to! He glanced at Noct again, he wasn't scared or worried. He carefully lifted his hand and reached out, their fingers brushing. He watched Iggy, he had weird things in front of his eyes, and it made them harder to see, he didn't like that.

'Lose the specs, Iggy,' Noctis murmured and then Iggy was lifting his other hand to his own face, removing the things (specs?), letting him see his eyes.

He glanced down as Iggy moved his hand, gently threading his fingers through Prompto's own. His skin was like Noct's, cool, and he smelt like saltwater too. The smell that made part of him want to hurt him. That would be bad, right? He didn't want to hurt Noct, he didn't. He was his friend. Hurting Iggy would hurt Noct. 'Iggy,' he whispered, getting a smile.

'I am so glad you are doing better,' Iggy told him. 'You had us all very worried.'

'Don't remember you,' he admitted, feeling bad, he could tell Iggy was sad and…he didn't like that?

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'I know,' Iggy answered and then he slowly sat down on the edge of the soft thing.

He felt himself tense at the move but then he forced himself to relax. He wasn't going to hurt him. 'Sorry.'

'You have nothing to be sorry for Prompto.'

He sounded so sad and Prompto found himself crawling towards him, reaching out to him and Iggy opened his arms, letting him fall against him. He felt Iggy wrap his arms around him lips pressing to the top of his head and it felt…right.

'I'm just glad you're with us,' Iggy whispered. 'No matter what, that is all that matters.'

He closed his eyes, curling in close, forcing his mind and body to do what he wanted, to accept Iggy was safe. He pushed the whispering voice back as far as he could, focusing on the feelings Noct caused in him instead.

'We will always keep you safe,' Iggy promised and….he believed him. Iggy…had saved him before, he didn't know how or from what, but he had, and that was enough to make it easy to relax.

TBC..