He looked like he was reveling in the affection, brief as it was. "Wow. I'm friends with The Immortal." He couldn't fight the slight pleased squee noise.

"Yeah, messed up, cause I mean like..." Prompto trailed off. "What would've happened to me? How could he do that stuff?"

He exhaled. "At least he didn't kill me." He sighed and nodded. The Oracle. "Lady Lunafreya..." He looked sad. "Always wanted to meet her."

Prompto swallowed his drink. "Apparently, according to..to Bahamut, that's what'll happen. Noct is gonna die. He's gonna die and we're going to be left behind."

He was way too drunk, he shouldn't be spilling everything like this. "He has to die to destroy him and bring back the sun. 'S not fair." But he knew now and he'd already cried all over Noct.