There's a stricken look settling on Cor's face as he listens to Prompto's words. Were the blonde as old as Cor is, or older, he may not be so distressed about such an offer. But...Prompto's 20, in his prime. Like their young king...other young king.

"No. If Noct's too young to die, so are you. None of you kids should have t'die...that's the whole point." He downs half the second drink in one go, even if the strength of the alcohol makes him grimace a little. "If it's just a matta of takin' a bullet, yeah. I get that. I've done it couple of times and lived. But not this...this prophecy."

He takes a deep breath, and uttered words that he once thought he'd never say: "Fuck the Six. They're not taking you, not over m'dead body."