Nyx presses his lips into a firm line, brows raising as he looks to the Chocobo. So the Empire hadn't been the source of the problem after all. Most likely just as much puppets as everyone else. One man at the center of it seemed almost too simplistic despite the number of complicated webs that would have had to have been woven to pull it off.

"All of that pain and destruction due to one man... Though I suppose it isn't much different when I had assumed it was the Emperor."

Besides the immortality aspect of it. That part needed some further questioning but he knew there was little to be done about it from his and end Prompto seemed uncomfortable.

"And now we are here, for whatever reason." Nyx rubs the Chocobo's head as it pushes against his face again. "Probably more machinations of the gods."