Gladio was just trying not to ruin an otherwise lovely day with ridiculous arguments. He shook his head and looked out, head tilted to the sky and the clouds rather than the sea.

"You've a closed mind. Someone slighted you and you're holding onto a grudge and unwilling to see what's in front of you. You see people holding back independence? I see people thinking for themselves, working to better themselves and their friends." It confused him how this man could be so blind. "If independence was truly being stifled, there'd be no Team Black. No hanging back on the train during missions, no swapping teams during missions. No Fight Club or Bardic Circle. There'd be no freedom on the train, just regimented organisation which I've seen a lack of so far."

Gladio looked at Edge now, eyes narrowing. "I don't know what the hell you see when you're on that train, but it's not what I see. And you need to grow the fuck up. You're on a damn train. People are doing their best. What the hell more do you want from people? It's not always gonna be right, but people are learning as we go. You're clinging to the past though and I'm not getting why. It makes you look childish. Are you trying to actually prove a point or are you just trying to be an ass?"