"That sounds like a far better outcome, then." Cor shakes his head a little. Ignis had said they were all from different times but that they were from different timelines was even more difficult to wrap his head around. One hand lifts from the water, fingers coming up to rub at his temples.

"The far continent was lost... some seven years ago?" The exact timeline is difficult to recall, days blur when it's a constant battle for survival. "We have not seen any refugees out of Niflheim or Tenebrae for a long time. Gladio told me what happened to you. Run through by your chancellor while trying to return His Majesty's sword to Noctis." If his voice hitches ever so slightly at the late King's title then it's a small enough interruption not to bear mentioning. At least not in polite company.

"The Scourge kept your body functioning in some manner, I'm afraid I don't know the details but the boys had a hell of a time stopping you."