[ Ah. It was bound to come up eventually, though its a topic he toes a bit more gingerly around than may seem usual for a human. He can chalk up to his sickness for now, but Prompto hesitates a moment before answering that, coughing into the crook of his arm like he had an ill-timed tickle in his throat.

His tone grows somewhat aloof, his gaze drawn to his soup. ]

Oh — yeah, we do. They're, uh...pretty different from you, though. They're just...soldiers that follow orders.

[ At least, that's all they are when they're in that state. ]

Magitek Troopers. They were all a part of the military.

[ Which should give Connor a pretty clear idea of why they were created in the first place: to fall in great number on the swords of their enemies, to win with numbers what they couldn't with strategy. ]