"If you had actually paved it, made it easier or more effective in some way, maybe I'd be more upset about it." Gladio shrugs. "But from where I'm standing, I don't see how the outcome would've been any different if you'd just stayed in your room back at the Empire reading the whole time, except that you'd have two whole arms. You're a good fighter, sure, but one man in a full-scale invasion isn't going to make that outsized of a difference unless he takes down key players on the other side - and if you'd killed the king or my father personally, I'm pretty sure you'd have owned up to that already."

He eyes Ravus. "As for willingness...you said it yourself. You had some options, and none of them were better than the one you took. In the interests of destroying a prophecy that we're all suffering from, and all of us have also wanted to subvert. And you aren't the only one forced to make miserable choices that sacrificed innocent people because of that damn prophecy, either. The only difference is that King Regis made his hard calls trying to keep the prophecy alive. Although from what I understand from the Marshal, that's just because he worked for most of Noct's life to find a way around the prophecy and couldn't." He shakes his head. "I don't necessarily like the choices he made, but at the same time, if he felt like his only choices were to keep a prophecy meant to save the world alive, or let it die, and he couldn't find a third option after decades of searching, I can't blame him for choosing the option that could save the whole world - even if it means letting a lot of people die on the way. He had to live the trolley problem, and he pulled the lever."