Noctis tried not to wince at the reminder; he'd been trying not to think about the fact that it was his father's blood that stained all of them, though Prompto wore more than the rest. They look about the same size, so maybe once they sort everything out he could lend the poor guy a clean set of clothes. They all needed to change, anyway.
He waved Prompto off and told the others to get Regis to the garage; it wouldn't be the cleanest place to let a wounded man rest, but he could stretch out, it was more easily defended than a truck, and Cid would surely help them as an old friend of the king. He wanted to follow them and stay by his father's side, but he was trying to be a responsible leader in the king's stead; someone had to keep an eye on things, and he'd be the fastest one if someone had to reach the garage quickly. At least, once his magic regenerated itself enough to warp again...
He was seated in the back of the truck when Cor showed up, and there really was no describing the wave of relief he felt, seeing the man again. He felt no concern for a betrayal the way he had with the Kingsglaive, after seeing them attack; soldiers paid to protect them, even after years of loyal servce, were still mostly strangers. Cor, though. He went far and above a normal Crownsguard. Loyalty to the crown and to Lucis was practically woven into his blood. Noctis hopped down from the truck with a tired grimace, and launches straight into the whole story: the message he'd received, the infiltration of the Citadel, finding his father bleeding to death with a Niff turncoat, saving his life and escaping the city together. Cor was as stonefaced as ever for most of it, with only two tells that the story might have affected him- predictably, how close Regis had come to death, but the other moment was when Noctis mentioned Prompto's name. That was weird. Maybe Prompto was more of a bigwig in the Empire than any of them knew. It seemed likely- he wasn't wearing a normal soldier uniform, and he wouldn't have been brought along for the treaty signing if he was a nobody. It just had never occurred to him that someone higher up the food chain would turn against Niflheim.
"Cor?" He couldn't help questioning it, once the story was done. "Do you know who all was at the signing, and why?" He glanced back towards the shop, where Prompto had wandered off to. Prompto's importance didn't change how he felt - he still had no real desire to take anyone prisoner - but he'd rather not deal with some kind of violent confrontation if Cor deemed him a new threat to the king, even after hearing the story.
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He waved Prompto off and told the others to get Regis to the garage; it wouldn't be the cleanest place to let a wounded man rest, but he could stretch out, it was more easily defended than a truck, and Cid would surely help them as an old friend of the king. He wanted to follow them and stay by his father's side, but he was trying to be a responsible leader in the king's stead; someone had to keep an eye on things, and he'd be the fastest one if someone had to reach the garage quickly. At least, once his magic regenerated itself enough to warp again...
He was seated in the back of the truck when Cor showed up, and there really was no describing the wave of relief he felt, seeing the man again. He felt no concern for a betrayal the way he had with the Kingsglaive, after seeing them attack; soldiers paid to protect them, even after years of loyal servce, were still mostly strangers. Cor, though. He went far and above a normal Crownsguard. Loyalty to the crown and to Lucis was practically woven into his blood. Noctis hopped down from the truck with a tired grimace, and launches straight into the whole story: the message he'd received, the infiltration of the Citadel, finding his father bleeding to death with a Niff turncoat, saving his life and escaping the city together. Cor was as stonefaced as ever for most of it, with only two tells that the story might have affected him- predictably, how close Regis had come to death, but the other moment was when Noctis mentioned Prompto's name. That was weird. Maybe Prompto was more of a bigwig in the Empire than any of them knew. It seemed likely- he wasn't wearing a normal soldier uniform, and he wouldn't have been brought along for the treaty signing if he was a nobody. It just had never occurred to him that someone higher up the food chain would turn against Niflheim.
"Cor?" He couldn't help questioning it, once the story was done. "Do you know who all was at the signing, and why?" He glanced back towards the shop, where Prompto had wandered off to. Prompto's importance didn't change how he felt - he still had no real desire to take anyone prisoner - but he'd rather not deal with some kind of violent confrontation if Cor deemed him a new threat to the king, even after hearing the story.