"Huh?" Inigo glances from the sword's handle up to Gladio's face and back. Like he can't believe what he's seeing here. Is Gladio really letting him hold his sword? Sure, Gladio said he believed Inigo earlier, but this feels like such concrete proof of that fact that it just completely baffles the boy. Trust isn't extended to him like this very often, and so when it comes across his path now, he's not sure what to do with it.
Other than to try to live up to it. Because failure when he's being trusted is unacceptable.
".. Alright."
He's still feeling nervous as all hell, but he actually grabs a hold of the handle. The sword is much bigger and heavier than what he's used to, and it shows, but as he puts a bit more strength into it, Inigo actually manages to hold onto it without dropping it like an idiot. He does have some muscle, after all.
"This is really different from what I'm used to.." Inigo even sounds more contemplative now, like he's actually taking this seriously. "Almost more like the axes I've trained with a few times back home."
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Other than to try to live up to it. Because failure when he's being trusted is unacceptable.
".. Alright."
He's still feeling nervous as all hell, but he actually grabs a hold of the handle. The sword is much bigger and heavier than what he's used to, and it shows, but as he puts a bit more strength into it, Inigo actually manages to hold onto it without dropping it like an idiot. He does have some muscle, after all.
"This is really different from what I'm used to.." Inigo even sounds more contemplative now, like he's actually taking this seriously. "Almost more like the axes I've trained with a few times back home."