"It doesn't usually happen when you're paying attention." Spirit had obeyed a meister without question, one who had hurt him and not without some modicum of affection, obligatory or otherwise. When he'd met his ex-wife, he hadn't loved her--not at first. But Spirit is the sort to love freely and easily. It had never been a problem for him to develop attachments: hence his inability to cast judgment on someone's infidelity.

"You were with a prince. Are, I guess."

He takes a drink of water, the bottle tucked into his pocket. He needed the extra hydration after his overzealous imbibing from the night before. "At home, I worked with who's essentially the god of our world. His son? Same spot as Noctis, in a way. And his friends? Kind of in the same spot as you."

Leaning against the frame of the door, arms crossed, he surveys Prompto. "But Kid kept his friends around because he cared about them. Didn't matter if they weren't of the same social status as him, or of the same 'importance'--he kept them around. He wanted them around."

Spirit sighs. "You're a bright kid. I think you can figure out what that means, right?"