[Having gone through a plethora of long, complicated events back home, it takes Gladio a while to even recall what the heck Noct is even talking about. Struxta? That's right, the last city, the place with all the high-tech stuff and barely any living matter, no trees or books, that shithole he couldn't wait to leave from. And then he left, during some kind of storm.
That explains why he's been surrounded by so many sick people. They got sick from that place. It happened to Prompto, and Noct went blind.
Gladio's hands suddenly go slack as they fall from Noct's shoulders.
It happened again. He keeps not doing enough. He keeps letting them all down.
It doesn't matter that Noct can barely see him. Gladio still steels his expression so the utter wretched defeat he feels doesn't show on his face, but it's still there in the way he grits his teeth, how he wrenches his eyelids shut, how his hands ball into fists at his sides so he can't strike out at something. So he doesn't reach out and punch Noct in the fact like that would be the thing to cure him, that would knock him back into his senses, that would make everything normal.
Look at what you allowed to happen, you pitiful King's Shield.]
How-- [He hates the lump in his throat and how audible it is in his voice. Gladio swallows it down.]
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That explains why he's been surrounded by so many sick people. They got sick from that place. It happened to Prompto, and Noct went blind.
Gladio's hands suddenly go slack as they fall from Noct's shoulders.
It happened again. He keeps not doing enough. He keeps letting them all down.
It doesn't matter that Noct can barely see him. Gladio still steels his expression so the utter wretched defeat he feels doesn't show on his face, but it's still there in the way he grits his teeth, how he wrenches his eyelids shut, how his hands ball into fists at his sides so he can't strike out at something. So he doesn't reach out and punch Noct in the fact like that would be the thing to cure him, that would knock him back into his senses, that would make everything normal.
Look at what you allowed to happen, you pitiful King's Shield.]
How-- [He hates the lump in his throat and how audible it is in his voice. Gladio swallows it down.]
How d'you fix it?