He's not sober enough to talk about this rationally or without feeling like he was going to break down. Just the fact that his King needs to sacrifice his life to save the Star hanging over Ignis' head is crushing.

Ignis shakes his head:"I... I don't know." Taking a deep breath, he tries to compose his thoughts through the drunken haze he's currently in.

"We... we were still alive, according to Prompto and Noct. In the future. We led Noct to the Crystal in Zegnautus keep. I..." am blind he wants to say, but it feels like it's not important right now, "...I don't know what happens after. The prophecy said that," Ignis gulps down a hiccup, "that he will need to die to bring back the dawn."

On the throne.