And who would doubt the word of the gods, after all?

[Hey he's so bitter about that.]

I didn't. Not until Ignis put on the ring and Ardyn warped in front of him. For two thousand years, I believed.

[That's why he told you to ask, Prompto, when you're unsure. Things worse than seeming needy for reassurance: dooming your twin brother to two thousand years as the world's enemy.]