The difference was obvious and it tore through Gladio worse than anything. His fingers slid back through his hair and he nodded, giving Ignis that respect. "...hope so." Quiet, nodding, because what more could he do?

He'd attacked one of his friends.

They'd never trust him again, he was certain of it. He wasn't so sure he deserved to be, even if it wasn't his fault. Shouldn't he have been strong enough to conquer it? He was supposed to be the strong one among them...

He sighed quietly, rubbing that hand over his face.