They exist in tandem with each other. Divided by a... partition, I guess you could say. But one that isn't hard to pierce.

[It reminds him of his conversation with Riko, being forced to tell her his theories on just what was happening with this world. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, briefly.]

Not if one knows how. Even so- [He sips at his tea again, then opens dark eyes to look at Prompto.] Tell me of your daemons. I'm curious.