Gladio does plan on filling Nyx in on how Libertus is doing eventually, of course. It'd be cruel not to. But not just yet. For now, there's bigger fish to fry.

Judging them to be a nice, private distance away from anyone else, Gladio turns to face Nyx fully, his arm around the man's shoulders dropping so he can grip his forearm instead. It's not a painful grip, but it is a firm one. "Bullshit." His voice is low, but intense. Not angry, but certainly upset. "Libertus has been waiting for you all this time, but it's been years, Nyx. Years where you never turned up at Lestallum, or Hammerhead, or any of the few shelters the world's got left against the daemons. Years where a good Glaive was in high demand, and you never joined back up with them. Don't treat me like an idiot."