He was. Everyone was. Yet part of him still hoped that here... they wouldn't have to worry about it. Everyone dies eventually. That's just a part of life. Yet, being confronted about it here, not allowed to try and ignore it...

"I'm sorry," he choked out, tears starting to sting in his eyes. "Should have told you, but..." He chuckled, bitterly. As though it were another slap in the face by fate itself instead of a friend hoping and praying that they were wrong. That he wouldn't have to- "Bahamut told me, just before I woke up on that ship."

He feels like shit, for multiple reasons. But he doesn't move, only pulling his knees into his chest as he looked up and saw Prompto's face. Tried to blink back his own tears, but instead buried his face in his knees and arms as he failed to do so.