The pull for him was his sister, and that despite everything wrong with it, Eos was his home. It was where he had been born and raised. It was where he had believed he would die and be buried. But focusing on those things was lessening his enjoyment of life on the train, and he knew that. In the bright light of the sun he could see clearly what he was doing wrong. How to stop it though?

Gladio chuckled and found himself nodding in reply. "Sunlight is a very good thing." He agreed easily. "Maybe if we had more of it on the train, it would be more bearable?"