Tony watched Gladio's face confused and as he spoke, his expression shifted from confused to sad. He was relieved that the young man at least understood this much, but it hurt too to hear it didn't matter.

"You're in your twenties and you're in over your head. You were raised to be a fighter, not a diplomat. You might have mouthed off but your friends should've forgiven you and it's wrong that they hold it against you. You now and you then are not bad men. You're a good, loyal brother that they are lucky to have. And I let Ignis have the last say and I will let you have the last say some other time- like about the fact I fucked up your door and owe you money- but you can't here. I'm right and you just have to trust me."