[ His way. His way was more like not... dealing with it at all. ]

In my position I don't really have the luxury to stop and think about it all that much. I get over it and press on.

[ That is, until later on during the festival when everything he knows about his position changes, followed by a little sister who he can never deny gently pulling him into facing it. Not fun.

But upon hearing that someone like Reaper got conned into handing out these things by some 'old bag', Gladio's stormy expression relaxes into amusement. ]

Heh. I'm surprised you didn't just throw them out. You got a soft spot for the elderly or something? [ Teasingly: ] That's kind of cute.