[The better question is what isn't he sorry for, though the answer to that would be nothing considering Gladio is sorry for everything.
But just saying 'everything' is a cop-out and he's done enough running away to last several lifetimes.]
For losin' my head and deciding to go off on my own to look for Iris. For not tryin' to talk to anyone about it. For not even lettin' anyone know what I was planning t'do. [A breath, deep and long.] For sayin' all that shit t'you once you came outta the shadows. For treatin' you like you didn't matter. For layin' my hands on you in anger. For runnin' around with no consideration for you once I knew you were following me.
[A shakier breath.] For actin' like no one else mattered to me at all. For not trusting you or any of the others.
[Gladio closes his eyes against the onslaught of tumultuous emotions bubbling inside of him. Getting emotional won't help him now but there's a telltale burn behind his eyes and he squeezes them tighter. Hasn't he cried enough? He's sure he looks weak enough already and has no desire to look even weaker.
With a humorless huff he turns his head to look fully at Noctis, reddened eyes wet and swirling with sorrow.] An' if I left anything out I'm sorry for that too.
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But just saying 'everything' is a cop-out and he's done enough running away to last several lifetimes.]
For losin' my head and deciding to go off on my own to look for Iris. For not tryin' to talk to anyone about it. For not even lettin' anyone know what I was planning t'do. [A breath, deep and long.] For sayin' all that shit t'you once you came outta the shadows. For treatin' you like you didn't matter. For layin' my hands on you in anger. For runnin' around with no consideration for you once I knew you were following me.
[A shakier breath.] For actin' like no one else mattered to me at all. For not trusting you or any of the others.
[Gladio closes his eyes against the onslaught of tumultuous emotions bubbling inside of him. Getting emotional won't help him now but there's a telltale burn behind his eyes and he squeezes them tighter. Hasn't he cried enough? He's sure he looks weak enough already and has no desire to look even weaker.
With a humorless huff he turns his head to look fully at Noctis, reddened eyes wet and swirling with sorrow.] An' if I left anything out I'm sorry for that too.