[Zelos can't really complain when he's helped inside, given how he's spending most of his attention right now in making sure the nausea doesn't fuck him over and in trying to get the stupidest, most slurred out shit out of his mouth.] "I am going to die," [he chooses to start by ignoring Kratos.] "I am actively dying. Actually who says I didn't already die and this is just my death dream." [He staggers back a little, groans, shuts his eyes tightly while he presses his free hand against his temple. Dear god, he feels like shit.] "Uuuggghhh, shittiest death dream ever. Fucked up that you're in it. I'm going to throw up now."

[And then he does.]