[ Gladio slides onto a space near Genji on the couch, knee first, turning around to face him. He seizes hold of the armored plate on his back and starts releasing the locks that hold it in place. He grunts as he hoists them off him and puts them out of the way and to the side, pausing only a moment when he hears Genji's reply. ]
Ten years.
[ Ten years. He was probably in his... uh oh. ]
Yeah, I'll get it. [ Whatever's blocking it. He starts removing the other pieces from his back and then stops when his eyes fall on the faded marks of a tattoo. He's seen that tattoo. Gladio runs a hand over the tattoo as he inspects it more closely.
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Ten years.
[ Ten years. He was probably in his... uh oh. ]
Yeah, I'll get it. [ Whatever's blocking it. He starts removing the other pieces from his back and then stops when his eyes fall on the faded marks of a tattoo. He's seen that tattoo. Gladio runs a hand over the tattoo as he inspects it more closely.
No way... ]
Is this a green dragon?