[Connor has no idea if a chocobo goes kweh. However, he does recognize the word — a large bird, he remembers, given Arenvald’s explanation — and his eyes widen in surprise accordingly.

But he’s presented with an array of colorful photographs moments later, and the question is shelved temporarily. Sights that are far beyond his imagining, creatures that look strange in physiology, and a few that appear more aggressive, photographed in dark lightning, he notes. Most prominent are photos or Prompto himself and his friends, in various locations, sporting various poses. He recognizes the face of one—]

Oh, it’s Noctis. I’ll need to tell him that you’ve shown me pictures from his world when I see him next.

[As he continues to shuffle through the photos, LED flickering as he commits each to memory—]

Is there one of a chocobo?