Gladio listened, still leaned forward, all his attention on Ignis.
Ignis wasn't the future King's Hand because he spoke posh and looked good in a pair of glasses, he was the future King's Hand because he was razor sharp, strategic and looked at things from every angle before playing a hand. He wasn't the sort of man you wanted to play at Thud, that was for sure. There weren't many whose chances he'd fancy against him.
When he had finished, Gladio leaned back, the corners of his mouth pulled down. "I was afraid you were going to say that," he said shortly. "You think Ienzo knows and just ain't saying, or what?"
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Ignis wasn't the future King's Hand because he spoke posh and looked good in a pair of glasses, he was the future King's Hand because he was razor sharp, strategic and looked at things from every angle before playing a hand. He wasn't the sort of man you wanted to play at Thud, that was for sure. There weren't many whose chances he'd fancy against him.
When he had finished, Gladio leaned back, the corners of his mouth pulled down. "I was afraid you were going to say that," he said shortly. "You think Ienzo knows and just ain't saying, or what?"