Nov 19, 2017
Gladiolus was still reeling from what’d happened to Noctis. What’d happened in Graelea. The city was all gone to daemons, he’d stashed Prompto and Ignis by one of the Niff supply vehicles and had been busy gathering supplies up for their journey.
At least, until he ran into someone who was familiar. Or at least. Almost familiar. How long had it been since he’d seen her, since that roadtrip started? Nearly a year...or..
“Iris?” he called out, across the street, uncertain if it was really her. And if it was..why was she in that uniform.
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