Gladio looked at Madoka in surprise for a second... and then his expression softened, his smile was grateful. Trust her to get it. Trust this fourteen year old girl to somehow understand, and indulge his little flight of fancy.

He looked away and down and gave a low little laugh. "What would I do? Anything... Whatever I damn well please. Maybe I'd work at a sporting goods store? Maybe I'd work in a library? Maybe I'd have an annoying office job somewhere... But I think I'd have liked to work outdoors. Doing something outside. I'd be happy with doing anything, Madoka. That's the thing. I'd make it work."