“They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.” - Regis/Cor
“You forget, old friend - that both of us have seem more than our fair share of knowing that isn’t always true.” Despite his misgivings, a grin twitches at the corner of rough lips as he raises a brow, gaze turning to rest upon Cor with a heaviness he finds he cannot hide. Always the ruler, always the king … perhaps sometimes it was better to have friends by your side, those you could rely on in times of waning strength. Green eyes are shining with a spark that no amount of ill tidings could put out, one palm pressing against the glass as he once more turns to look out the window. Below. Noctis and his friends are gathered, awaiting their royal audience with a king who for one last times wishes to be father. It is the last time he will see them, he embeds such memories into his mind to carry him forward - to force each single step he must take to save Lucis, to save the world.
As for Cor - Another smile tugs at Regis’s lips as he finally turns away, both hands resting on the cane he keeps close at hand. Clarus makes an involuntary movement behind him as if to help, actions ceased with a raise of one hand. “Cor The Immortal, are you not?” A few shaky steps forward and he’s placing a palm on the shoulder of the one he holds dear, fingers squeezing ever so gently. “Protect them, my friend. Protect them all.”