[That smile does things to Gladio and he offers a witty retort of his own as they proceed through the brush.] Makes it easier when I have to dispose of the bodies.
[After ten or twelve steps, Gladio brushes aside another curtain of moss to reveal a quaint pond, fed by a handful of gently babbling brooks and surrounded by soft grass and colorful wildflowers. The grass surrounding the pond is taller than most lawns but appreciably shorter than long-grass, likely due to animals that enjoy resting at the serene spot and also, in part, to how frequently one man appears to practice kata forms and meditations when the weather (and coursework) allows.]
A little slice of paradise, eh? [His voice is soft, an attempt to keep the peaceful atmosphere as unspoiled as possible.]
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[After ten or twelve steps, Gladio brushes aside another curtain of moss to reveal a quaint pond, fed by a handful of gently babbling brooks and surrounded by soft grass and colorful wildflowers. The grass surrounding the pond is taller than most lawns but appreciably shorter than long-grass, likely due to animals that enjoy resting at the serene spot and also, in part, to how frequently one man appears to practice kata forms and meditations when the weather (and coursework) allows.]
A little slice of paradise, eh? [His voice is soft, an attempt to keep the peaceful atmosphere as unspoiled as possible.]