Ignis stands close to Prompto, hearing from where his voice comes. His throat is all closed up, knowing Noctis' unmoving body is laying just a foot away from him. It's rendering him speechless, immovable, wishing he could take his King's place ten times over.

He doesn't have the heart to pull Prompto away from him. But he also can't let Prompto sit like that. With a shaky exhale, he crouches down, hand on Prompto's back. The reason is supplying him with what they need to do after all of this, but he can't bring himself to voice any of it.

"Prom..." turn away. This is not how you should remember Noctis.