There's something bracing about hearing Ignis cry, in a way. Maybe it's messed up, but to hear someone he believes in so strongly, that he respects, that he cares for so damned much sound as broken as he feels, it gives something Prompto to focus on. His arms stay tight around Ignis, giving some comfort and getting it in return. His one hand comes up and sinks to the back of Ignis' neck, the faint strands of hair there. He doesn't even pick up the sounds of footsteps, lost as he is in the space between them.

A figure comes through the dawn, picked out first as a moving shadow that slowly becomes a man, and of anyone that might be there, maybe it's the least surprising that it's Cor, a naked blade out at his side, clearly uncertain what he would find in the city with the coming back of the light. When he only sees Ignis and Prompto there, clearly broken and fallen, his eyes narrow. Two scenarios come to mind, both of them leaving a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach but showing none of it across his face.

"Scientia." His tone is that of a commander, firmly demanding a report.