[ There's always an Empire, isn't there? Prompto has heard a bit about the Garleans from Alisaie, enough to know they're bad business, but he wouldn't be halfway surprised if they had more in common with the Niffs than just being the worst party guests ever. ]

Yeah. The Niffs. Er — Niflheim. They were doin' what empires do best...takin' things that don't belong to 'em and forcin' everyone else to fall in line.

[ As playful as he might try to be about it, there's no denying the way his voice tenses as they broach this subject. It's been over half a year since he last saw his home, but that hasn't softened the sting of everything that had befell Lucis. ]