[Nyx contemplates the question, letting Prompto set their pace as he falls into step with him. There are times when he'd think being honest about this would be in poor taste, but he'd hardly backtrack now after commending him on his bravery.]

I believe in daemons.

[Believed in them since the day he first saw one bearing down on the Glaive. It wasn't a good memory. They'd been too inexperienced.]

Outside the Wall? A place like this would be perfect for them. Old, abandoned, forgotten history in ruins.

[If he had to pick a fear.]

But I trust the king. I trust the Wall. If there are any ghosts here...they're the ones watching over their people. Or so the legend goes.

[That he's not so sure he believes in. They all grew up with stories of the Old Wall, but... he shrugs a shoulder.]

Wonder what they'd have lost, to be haunting a quiet place like this.