Cor snorts ruefully at that little squee. "Dun let it go to your head. Still gonna drill you guys again as soon as I get some gear." he then sighs. "...m'sorry about her..."

Anything else he had to say, though, dies as soon as he hears the part about the Prophecy. He's been told, when Noctis was little, that the young royal was the one they've all been waiting for - the one chosen by the Crystal. It's half the reason why he's been pushing Noctis hard during their training sessions back home.

But...to die? His friend's son and third king? He felt like the last safe thing in the world has just been...blown into ash. "...how? Wha...why the fuck did no one tell me this earlier?" He quickly signaled for the bartender to brink him another drink.