[Gladio wants to rip off that sad excuse for an arm (it's probably just fine for a prosthetic, but compared to the Magitek one Ravus sported at home the one he wears now may as well be made of plastic) and for about two drunken seconds, he really considers it.

Having just learned about most of what transpired when the group reached (reaches?) Altissia, the Shield knows exactly what Ravus is talking about and has been trying to bury his devastation and guilt in more booze and hearty tales of better times.

The stab of guilt piercing him morphs rapidly into anger and that rage fuels Gladio. Eyes blazing with fury, he swiftly snags a fistful of Ravus' shirt and tugs him uncomfortably close so he can snarl directly into that stupid, uncomprehending face.]

Fuck. You. [This close, he can see Ravus' eyes clearly - the two different colored orbs as stunning as they are accusatory - and Gladio immediately reels back, keeping his grip on the Pompous Ass's shirt.

He pivots away from the suddenly-empty table and slams Ravus against the nearest wall hard enough to rattle some of decorations hanging on it.]

Th' hell is your problem? Y'just can't leave anythin' alone, can you? Fuck where I was, I shoulda been there n' I wasn't because I trusted my King. Followed his orders when I should've ignored 'em. That what you wanna hear? [Each word is growled, low and harsh, and Gladio punctuates each question mark with another push-slam of the infuriating man against the wall.]

Makin' you feel better, asshole? [A dangerous sneer curls his lips.] But I wasn't the only one not there, was I? Where were you when your sister needed you? [That's right, Gladio, make him hurt even more. Throw his sister's death in his face in your anger.

He pulls his free hand back and makes to punch Ravus square in the face, but some force compels him to instead drive his fist into through the wall right next to it instead.]