[ The drones she once saw sprawl across the lands weren't really a pain point for her. She knows they're collectively just a tool for the Empire. Weapons.

But, when he brings Prompto up, there's a bit of discomfort in her chest. Aranea smacked the sense back into the boy - saw him at his lowest and knew that he wasn't some... whatever they were.

Defensively, there's a shift in her voice. It's less teasing and more hostile. ]

Leave the kid out of it. We both know he's different. [ She'll nurse her drink with a little bit of a white knuckle grip. ] I get you can't do the whole political overthrow thing here, but picking at easy targets... tch. You've fallen from grace, y'know.