I was always meant to be used by those around me. Whether it be for something small, or something monumental, I was just a tool for others. I don't remember if I ever tried to change that, but if I did then I had failed. I was born a tool, and died a tool.
The first thing I remember was the group of elders in my village, surrounding me as I lay on a slab of stone. Their lips were moving, but I couldn't hear anything, not at first. Then, their voices filled my ears.
"It's so much to ask, but for all of our lives, would you do it? Could you give yourself?" I can no longer remember what I needed to give myself for, only that I did. The words I said then will never leave.
"Use me."
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The second thing I remember was when I lived in Niflheim. I had known Verstael for years at that point, I think, and he asked me to give him everything. And I did, no hesitation to my words.
"Use me."
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The last thing I can remember is Prompto and Noctis, watching me from where Gladio and Ignis restrained them at my behest. I was walking up to Ardyn, but with every step I felt my heart shatter.
This time was different. As I looked behind me into Noctis's eyes, I could only smile.
"I must thank you, Noctis. You never once saw me as a tool, and I am grateful. I pray that we will be able to meet in the next life as well." And the prince's cries filled the air around us all as I turned to the red-haired man. "I am only a tool for others, Ardyn. So, use me."
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