[Zelos barely feels Kratos lower him to the ground, so focused as he is in talking and finding the right words to say. It's not until he starts feeling the sting of mana healing him that he allows himself to relax against the ground little, finally just putting his life in Kratos' hands and trying to come up with an answer to his next question instead. He pays no mind to the relief that bounces at the back of his mind. Zelos is too exhausted to be terrified of the implications of that, anyway.
Shrugging is barely a heavy movement of his left shoulder. Goddess, he's so tired.] "Assassin," [is all he has the mind to say. It goes a little deeper than that, really--a mixture of snooping where one is not supposed to, of old vendettas, and a healthy dose of the pope being the dick he is, but. Zelos purses his lips and quickly decides that Kratos doesn't have to know more than that.] "Was an ambush."
[His eyes are closing. Healing magic is so refreshing once it stops aching. Zelos wants to go to sleep so bad.]
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Shrugging is barely a heavy movement of his left shoulder. Goddess, he's so tired.] "Assassin," [is all he has the mind to say. It goes a little deeper than that, really--a mixture of snooping where one is not supposed to, of old vendettas, and a healthy dose of the pope being the dick he is, but. Zelos purses his lips and quickly decides that Kratos doesn't have to know more than that.] "Was an ambush."
[His eyes are closing. Healing magic is so refreshing once it stops aching. Zelos wants to go to sleep so bad.]