[Gladio takes in the information, turning it over in his head, trying to figure out how they could be here, together, with so many years between them. He takes a few steps, leans back against the trunk of a tree and folds his arms.]

Guess we're doin' this then. [If they're going to have this shit conversation he's going to be comfortable doing it. There's plenty of grass and the night is brighter than what he's used to, the stars and moon overhead for once. So he slides down, careless with his uniform, to settle on the ground beside the tree, legs stretched out in front of him. ]

Course he has. We were- [He clenches his jaw, remembering what they left the Marshal too, what was left of the Crown City, what they all knew was coming for Noctis.] We were right there. The Glacian helped us put down Ifrit. The barrier around the Citadel had fallen...

[The next breath comes out through grit teeth and he slams his fist into the ground.] I should be there.