"Just like old times, eh?" Came the familiar voice from the hidden visage. The figure pulled back his rags and revealed an equally familiar face, though time had added and changed the other's face. A faint white scar near his chin, the thicker beard scruffy on his face, and his hair was quite a bit longer, long enough to be pulled back.
But the eyes are the same.
"Hey there, kid." Gladio gives a tired smirk, dismissing his blade and letting his stance fall into something more casual, though his eyes lift and watches around them. Always wary. Theres no other way to be, in these dark days. "Been a while." Been a long while, but that had been on purpose. It had taken... long, too long, to figure out his own path to get past the anger and guilt and the weight of loss that had been haunting him so darkly.
That last snap at Prompto that had driven him away,,, he wonders if Prompto understands how close he'd come to actually physically lashing out at his friend. That had been the turning point. The pinnacle of his fear.
Works for me!
But the eyes are the same.
"Hey there, kid." Gladio gives a tired smirk, dismissing his blade and letting his stance fall into something more casual, though his eyes lift and watches around them. Always wary. Theres no other way to be, in these dark days. "Been a while." Been a long while, but that had been on purpose. It had taken... long, too long, to figure out his own path to get past the anger and guilt and the weight of loss that had been haunting him so darkly.
That last snap at Prompto that had driven him away,,, he wonders if Prompto understands how close he'd come to actually physically lashing out at his friend. That had been the turning point. The pinnacle of his fear.