[He's too far gone to be able to formulate any kind of logical response. Duty commands he argue with those reassuring words but how can he deny his King what he asks for. Especially when he continues and Cor knows there's no way he can even begin to explain that being at Noctis' side actually involves a great deal of distance between them. Noctis has a prophecy to fulfill and Cor has Regis' final command to see to, maintaining the People so that there will still be a country for Noctis when he returns.
It's enough to bring a fresh wave of sobs. Every time he thinks he might be able to catch his breath, to pull himself together, control slips through his fingers.
Eventually the tears run dry, though. Not because the pain is lessened but because his body has nothing left to spare, emotional exhaustion eventually being matched by physical as well. Still he clings to his King, breathing in soft little hiccups, his eyes burning, his limbs heavy as lead.]
I love you...
[The words that have been held carefully behind his teeth for decades now, finally free. Weak and hesitant as they are they are no less true.]
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It's enough to bring a fresh wave of sobs. Every time he thinks he might be able to catch his breath, to pull himself together, control slips through his fingers.
Eventually the tears run dry, though. Not because the pain is lessened but because his body has nothing left to spare, emotional exhaustion eventually being matched by physical as well. Still he clings to his King, breathing in soft little hiccups, his eyes burning, his limbs heavy as lead.]
I love you...
[The words that have been held carefully behind his teeth for decades now, finally free. Weak and hesitant as they are they are no less true.]