The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

"What I'm thinking," Lea said, "is that when you were born, it was in a lab somewhere in the Niflheim Empire. Those who created you intended you to become one of those MTs, so you started training and being forced to get treated with Daemon blood. You might've thought about running away once or twice, but officially, you were nobody, with nothing; where could you even go? So you stayed, got more training and 'treatments'. Maybe were even forced to do a few icky jobs for your old bosses."

"But obviously something happened, and instead of becoming an MT, you ended up in Insomnia, eventually becoming friends with Noct, Ignis, and the others. And ever since then you've lived in fear that someone would find out where you cam from, and not only would you have an angry mob coming after you with torches and pitchforks, but your friends world abandon you. Because how dare you suffer horribly at the hands of their enemy due to circumstances you had no control over? That about sum it up?"

"So now that we've got that covered, why don't you tell me why you don't think you deserve the same kind of compassion and understanding that you were willing to offer others just a minute ago? Because here I am, a friend who's figured it out, and shockingly, isn't about to abandon you, and I really want to know."