Gladio picked exactly the wrong moment to give Inigo his full attention, because Inigo sure wishes he didn't have it right now. After all, that question makes him think about his situation back home. Thinking of days where he had to fight until it felt like his arms were about to fall off, of nights where he couldn't sleep with worries over the people he cares about being in danger or the guilt of killing.
Compared to that, this feels like paradise sometimes. A vacation. But he can't exactly say that, considering how little he wants to talk about his situation back home. But it's still impossible to hide the awkward pause when all of that shoots through his head as he just stares at Gladio.
His head dips a little, and something sad flashes across his face before it's quickly hidden behind a slight smile as he quickly returns to cleaning.
"You know. It could be worse? The people here are pretty nice. And the food's good too." Not that that's a real direct answer to that question, huh.
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Gladio picked exactly the wrong moment to give Inigo his full attention, because Inigo sure wishes he didn't have it right now. After all, that question makes him think about his situation back home. Thinking of days where he had to fight until it felt like his arms were about to fall off, of nights where he couldn't sleep with worries over the people he cares about being in danger or the guilt of killing.
Compared to that, this feels like paradise sometimes. A vacation. But he can't exactly say that, considering how little he wants to talk about his situation back home. But it's still impossible to hide the awkward pause when all of that shoots through his head as he just stares at Gladio.
His head dips a little, and something sad flashes across his face before it's quickly hidden behind a slight smile as he quickly returns to cleaning.
"You know. It could be worse? The people here are pretty nice. And the food's good too." Not that that's a real direct answer to that question, huh.