So he'd gotten worked up over nothing. Lea would have been none the wiser, except now Prompto himself had gone and spilled the beans. How very typical of him. His fingers dug into his wrist around the edges of the cuff. It was almost laughable. Lea had been reading up on magical microwaves, and Prompto had had a meltdown about it. The cold was spreading, reaching icy claws around his throat.

"Eos hasn't been peaceful in a long time... but the Nifs. That conquest is newer. It used to only be the Daemons people had to worry about. When the Empire destroyed Insomnia... Anyone who wasn't killed in the attack lost the crystal's protection. I'm sure a lot more people died to the Daemons after that because of what the Empire did." He shook his head. His voice was still terribly flat, his gaze a bit distant.

The cold reaching through his chest reminded him of another chill. One accompanied by concrete walls and metal. He shuddered. What did that make him? If he was made from that place? By those same monsters who had destroyed everything he'd come to care about?