A week, huh? [ Gladio gives a light sigh, closing his eyes at the news. All he had got was some message, but clearly the mystery of how long that's been here is at least somewhat solved. Half to himself, Gladio mutters: ] Am I really the last to know?

[ Then louder, to Noctis: ] I hadn't seen him in a while, so I tried to see if he was interested in hanging out. Instead I got this weird message, something about him not being in this reality anymore.

...How are you holding up?