The voice that cuts the air surprises Ignis. He had expected Gladio, not Cor to show up. The first thing that goes through his mind is to up and greet him, somehow, but that would mean letting go of Prompto. It would mean lifting his scared and tear stained face up from where it is hiding in blond hair. And he doesn't even feel his legs.

Ignis' daggers, as well as Prompto's gun, are on the ground. More than telling that the magic is no longer storing them. And if the dawn is really slowly rising, Cor should know what it means.

His fingers dig into Prompto's back harder as he wills his head to lift up towards where the voice comes from. Cor will have to forgive him for not being able to stand, although honestly, Ignis doesn't even care. He opens his mouth to answer but there's a solid rock in his throat and no sound comes out. Ignis just slowly shakes his head and then rests it against Prompto's shoulder.

He can't say it. Part of him still wants to believe that things didn't end the way they did.