"Yeah... I wasn't there when it happened." Not that he thought it would have made a difference. He probably would have died along with so many others. Like the King, and his father...

"Peace talks. They invited our enemy inside the walls to talk of peace... and the bastards destroyed my home." If there was a hint of anger in Gladio's voice, he couldn't help it, though he tried. He gave a shake of his head and looked over at Glorfindel with a sad sort of smile. "I'm sorry. I'm about your home, and you..."