[He knows how to text, and he knows how to do it informally, he just... Prefers not to. He's a politician and a noble, after all. If his text logs were ever to be leaked to the public, he'd prefer they look neat and professional. And back in his day the Regalia didn't fly and he preferred it stay that way, thank you very much.]
The memory of being skewered onto a wall.
[Informal enough for you? And blunt. And... Now he had to wonder if Gladiolus hadn't known he was dead and he just scarred his son? Well, it was an inevitability that he die in the line of duty. Gladiolus probably accepted that years ago, even if the peace of the wall gave them a false sense of security. He'd always done his best to impart the reality of their situation on his children.]
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The memory of being skewered onto a wall.
[Informal enough for you? And blunt. And... Now he had to wonder if Gladiolus hadn't known he was dead and he just scarred his son? Well, it was an inevitability that he die in the line of duty. Gladiolus probably accepted that years ago, even if the peace of the wall gave them a false sense of security. He'd always done his best to impart the reality of their situation on his children.]