"I...don't know," Prompto admitted. "I...probably should, though, right? I mean, it's at least easier to tell you guys than it will be to tell..."

Well, that was because it didn't mean as much to Nina or Vette or anyone else here. It didn't even mean anything to them that he was a Nif. And he always got the feeling that Noctis somehow already sort of knew, somehow, but he hadn't even told them that much yet...

He rolled his head to the side to look over at her again. "Do you think I should?"

At least with this, there was a segue, a build-up, they actually had to talk about stuff. But there wasn't anything like that with Vette, it would be just like strolling up to her and being all 'oh, by the way, I found out I'm a clone made by a bunch of bad guys to be made into a nightmarish monster over the other weekend, anyway, how was your day?'