"There's Tony, but who knows when he has the time to work," Gladio says with a shrug. "That's about the only person resembling a blacksmith we have."

Which meant they were beholden to his moods. Which had seemed gloomy to Gladio lately. The man was hurting and Gladio had no means to cure it.

"Something like it, but not entirely. I mean, I was also raised to lead a military, but again, my main role was that of a bodyguard to someone important."

Someone precious. Gladio smiles to himself at that thought.