[Gladio isn't sure he wants to talk to Ardyn, really, but watching what happened between them while he and the others lay unconscious on the floor of the throne room leaves him with one question.
It's what comes after that makes it impossible to ignore that question. He'd never considered it, even when the flowers were threatening to take Ignis from him, when they'd had to face certain uncomfortable truths about Regis' ulterior motives.
Never once did he think it would be him on the throne.]
Forevermore... [He huffs the word out, dark and a little derisive, rolling his eyes as he nods toward the fire, the very god that put them here. He's worried about Tory, sure, but he's still frustrated with the little god's refusal to let Ardyn pass.
Then he reaches down to lean on a log as he lowers himself to the sand beside Ardyn, only for his arm to give out. He drops down hard, hissing a breath out in pain, gently shaking out his hand as if that might help.]
Ardyn? [He knows damn well the redhead is going to tell him to fuck off any moment but he has to ask.]
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It's what comes after that makes it impossible to ignore that question. He'd never considered it, even when the flowers were threatening to take Ignis from him, when they'd had to face certain uncomfortable truths about Regis' ulterior motives.
Never once did he think it would be him on the throne.]
Forevermore... [He huffs the word out, dark and a little derisive, rolling his eyes as he nods toward the fire, the very god that put them here. He's worried about Tory, sure, but he's still frustrated with the little god's refusal to let Ardyn pass.
Then he reaches down to lean on a log as he lowers himself to the sand beside Ardyn, only for his arm to give out. He drops down hard, hissing a breath out in pain, gently shaking out his hand as if that might help.]
Ardyn? [He knows damn well the redhead is going to tell him to fuck off any moment but he has to ask.]
Why didn't you just kill us?