It hurts in a strange way for Prompto to, what seems like so easily for him, verbalize all the fears that Noctis holds close in his chest. That his father is slowly dying because of the wall, that eventually it will be Noctis' responsibility to hold up that same wall, potentially to the same fate.

"Prompto, stop," Noctis cuts in after a moment, his tone harsher than he intends it to be. He raises his own hand, rubbing the heel of a palm against his eyes, fighting back the sudden surge of emotions Prompto's words had fought up.

"It's just temporary - like if he punished a Glaive that was misbehaving. And there's no way that my father is going to buy that you somehow convinced me and got me out on your own."

He takes a short huff of breath before he looks at his friend.

"It's worth it, okay? It was worth it to just spend some time and feel like I was just normal for once. Just... let me deal with the consequences instead of taking the fall. That's gonna be my job eventually, right?"

Cor, for his part, is silent for the moment - sensing that this is probably more important to sort out, and quietly relieved that Ignis had sent them to this car instead of theirs.