[Nyx looks up at him again finally, his smile awkward. He's not offended, not in the least. He just....never shared this sort of thing with anyone outside the Glaives.

He shifts his weight to the left along the bed, a silent invitation for Prompto to sit.]

The King saved me. Made me what I am today, it just took a long time to get there.

A lot of us joined together. Not all of us made it. But those of us that did worked twice as hard for the ones that didn't. And when it got a little too much to be alone at night...we'd come here. We'd remember.

[He pauses long enough that his words almost feel weighted when he opens his mouth again.]

Everyone has something, Prompto. Whether it's a grand purpose or the trust of a friend. Maybe you just...really like Wednesday morning cartoons.