[There's a span of heartbeats where Gladio holds his breath, eyes going wide, afraid that any motion will scare Ardyn away like some sort of illusive animal. Slowly, carefully, he lets his breath out and for a moment he honestly worries he's going to tear up, so immensely grateful to even be allowed even this small touch.]
Then I guess... [He still has a moment where he can't believe what he's saying, as though Ramuh might strike him down for what's about to come out of his mouth. Then again... Ramuh seems like the more reasonable of the six.]
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Then I guess... [He still has a moment where he can't believe what he's saying, as though Ramuh might strike him down for what's about to come out of his mouth. Then again... Ramuh seems like the more reasonable of the six.]
We have a god to help you slay.