Indeed. We are, to them, pests to be quashed.

[She approaches him, closing the gap. She doesn't get too close, though she does offer a hand.

She takes a breath through her nostrils.]

But...I know better. You are more than that, and can be even more.

[She can smell just how beautiful his soul is. How much more beautiful such a soul's owner would be, touched by the Dawn itself, soul offered to its glory?]

You can show the stars just what you think of their cruelty. You have that choice and no one can take it from you. Prompto.

[That last word is a quiet whisper.]