[Cor sighs softly, exasperated but clearly at the deities that created this mess he was trying to explain, not Will himself. Just to reinforce that he leans down to kiss the younger man softly.]

It's a mess. A mess of the gods' making and Bahamut is chief among them. That's the important part.

[He shakes his head a little, mind drifting back to the idea of all those lies.]

I don't know what's worse... his constant micro-managing of the prophecy or... the times he didn't need to interfere.