He appreciated the comfort, probably as much as Noctis did and he clung to him squeezing tightly. Prompto didn't know what to say, there were no words that could take this pain away and there was nothing he could do to make it better. He didn't know how he was going to accept this. He didn't know how he was even going to get up in the morning and not cling to Noct like he was going to die.

Because he was going to die, and a lot sooner than they planned.

Prompto swallowed, lump thick in his throat. "At the throne." He repeated vaguely aware he was doing it. He hadn't seen the prophecy, the images. It was horrifying to think that Ignis and Noctis had.

"N-No I know just-" He stammered a little in his fluster.

"This sucks."