Gladio had understood the need to walk in there on his own, more than Prompto might have guessed. He wouldn't have done any different; his pride wouldn't have let him and he can understand the need to soothe that over without suffering more on it.
But in the end, in so many ways, it feels like it didn't matter. They had lost Noct to the Crystal, and Ardyn's words had proven true as it dragged into a year since their friend and King had vanished into what was supposed to save them all. Instead, it had sealed their fate utterly. Now the world is darkness and daemons and death.
Gladio had lost himself almost as completely. Losing Noct had taken away his duty, which had given him everything in his life - his goal, his sense of grounding, his one certainty. It felt like a blow to the gut, like they had failed in succeeding. Ardyn certainly thought so, laughing at them as he had walked away.
Life has not been the same since. Trying to do anything they can just to survive as plants die, as food becomes scarce, as daemons are everywhere and constant. Gladio tries, but it's going downhill in a spiral as his anger surfaces so much easier and constantly, driving most people away from him and leaving him to be more risky, throwing himself into any fight to take out some of his rage and guilt and the feeling of failure.
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Gladio had understood the need to walk in there on his own, more than Prompto might have guessed. He wouldn't have done any different; his pride wouldn't have let him and he can understand the need to soothe that over without suffering more on it.
But in the end, in so many ways, it feels like it didn't matter. They had lost Noct to the Crystal, and Ardyn's words had proven true as it dragged into a year since their friend and King had vanished into what was supposed to save them all. Instead, it had sealed their fate utterly. Now the world is darkness and daemons and death.
Gladio had lost himself almost as completely. Losing Noct had taken away his duty, which had given him everything in his life - his goal, his sense of grounding, his one certainty. It felt like a blow to the gut, like they had failed in succeeding. Ardyn certainly thought so, laughing at them as he had walked away.
Life has not been the same since. Trying to do anything they can just to survive as plants die, as food becomes scarce, as daemons are everywhere and constant. Gladio tries, but it's going downhill in a spiral as his anger surfaces so much easier and constantly, driving most people away from him and leaving him to be more risky, throwing himself into any fight to take out some of his rage and guilt and the feeling of failure.