Nyx snorts, rolling his eyes dismissively.

"Gods ain' got nothing to do with all that." He flashes Gladio a grin but it doesn't last long, acknowledging the somberness in the younger man's tone and the concern implied there. Nyx never has it in him to take his own well-being seriously, though. Gladio knows that as well as anyone. "Guess your old Kings don't much care for back talk."