Something really isn't making sense. Like, really a lot not making sense. The words are, Noctis in front of him is. But, altogether, it's not fitting right. The memory of what Ardyn's done doesn't strike home the way Noctis might think it would. Because, he just doesn't know. It hasn't happened for him yet. He sees the ring -- he can't miss that -- and can't figure out how Noctis came to have it.

He's missing something here. Something big. And, that something isn't sitting well in his stomach. It roils and tumbles over itself as he tries like hell to force it all to fit. Is this his fault? Did he fail in doing the one job he's meant to do?

Gladio's eyes narrow slightly, his touch goes slack. He's not mad, not yet. Though, he's in some eerily calm sort of state that could possibly lead to an explosion later if the right thread is pulled. "What do you mean?"