"I'll say," Gladio snorted, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head.
Prosthetic arms weren't commonplace in Lucis. Lucis was pretty good technologically, all things considered. Sure, so they were a bit behind Niflheim and, he'd heard recently, Archades and Bancour, in terms of weaponry, and they lacked the over-land train routes of their neighbour and some of the lowerworld countries, but they were doing pretty well when it came to personalised travel and modern conveniences. They had the best city-wide power system of any country, short of Midgar who had been taken squarely out of the running. Prosthetics, though... not so much.
That was something that was usually outsourced to the lowerworld by the ridiculously wealthy, or just ... coped with by the less fortunate. He'd seen more than one Hunter missing a limb, more than one Glaive relegated to duties well away from the front line thanks to a life-changing injury. Nobody had ever considered finding or making replacements in those cases. It was just the way it was. Hazard of the job.
It wouldn't surprise Gladio to find that Ienzo's arm was a debt to Aizen that had to be repaid.
"The more I hear about Aizen, the less I like him," he said gruffly. "I looked over some newspaper articles from his capture and they describe him as being fatherly, benign... benevolent, a great protector of the Archadian nation with his Glaive squad guarding the good people from the daemon menace... but if he's got Ienzo over a barrel like that," he gave a slight raise of the shoulders and an inclination of he head that suggested he thought his mask in particular was well-worn.
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Date: 2019-07-18 02:52 pm (UTC)Prosthetic arms weren't commonplace in Lucis. Lucis was pretty good technologically, all things considered. Sure, so they were a bit behind Niflheim and, he'd heard recently, Archades and Bancour, in terms of weaponry, and they lacked the over-land train routes of their neighbour and some of the lowerworld countries, but they were doing pretty well when it came to personalised travel and modern conveniences. They had the best city-wide power system of any country, short of Midgar who had been taken squarely out of the running. Prosthetics, though... not so much.
That was something that was usually outsourced to the lowerworld by the ridiculously wealthy, or just ... coped with by the less fortunate. He'd seen more than one Hunter missing a limb, more than one Glaive relegated to duties well away from the front line thanks to a life-changing injury. Nobody had ever considered finding or making replacements in those cases. It was just the way it was. Hazard of the job.
It wouldn't surprise Gladio to find that Ienzo's arm was a debt to Aizen that had to be repaid.
"The more I hear about Aizen, the less I like him," he said gruffly. "I looked over some newspaper articles from his capture and they describe him as being fatherly, benign... benevolent, a great protector of the Archadian nation with his Glaive squad guarding the good people from the daemon menace... but if he's got Ienzo over a barrel like that," he gave a slight raise of the shoulders and an inclination of he head that suggested he thought his mask in particular was well-worn.