[Damn it, Gladio. Dylas looks a little startled to be asked that. Everyone here wants to go home, after all, to their loved ones and their old lives. His face contorts a little, pain flickering across his expression as he tries to decide what's worse: not answering the question or answering honestly.
This guy is way too nosy.]
I don't care where I am. It doesn't change anything. Why do you want to know so badly?
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This guy is way too nosy.]
I don't care where I am. It doesn't change anything. Why do you want to know so badly?