Yes, that’s exactly it. Our favorite clockwork soldiers — your kind and your kin. I wonder…

[He gestures at the fallen soldier behind him, not caring much for Prompto’s declarations that he’ll not be getting under his skin.]

….if we rip off that soldier’s helmet, what will we find? A face that looks the same as all the rest? Soulless eyes, soulless features? Why don’t we look? Your dearest father would be so thrilled to know that there’s another world following in his own footsteps if that were the case. If you hadn’t killed him, at least.

[He moves closer, as if intending to step around Prompto and to inspect the soldier, following through with his question.]