Taking a deep breath, Lloyd holds out shaking hands in a gesture of pause, trying to keep his own voice calm and collected as Zelos unravels. He's seen this behavior from the lord before, four years ago, back when he was so sure he'd be able to help Zelos through every problem from right by his side. Lloyd knows now that as long as he's in this manor, there will be no such thing, and remembering that fact steals his resolve. "Listen, Zelos," Lloyd starts, forcing his voice to even out a little, trying to keep his nerves under control, "I know what I'm asking for is - it's a lot. Stupid, probably. Incredibly difficult. But, I -"

Lloyd hangs his head a little, dropping his gaze to the floor. "I'm miserable here. And I know you are too. We've always had that in common, haven't we?"

Silence fills in the bubbles where speech won't reach, Lloyd dropping his hands to his sides before crossing his left arm over his chest to grab at his right. Shifting his weight from side to side a little helps him feel like he's not gonna combust in place, at least, the trepidation cancerous and multiplying. He can't exactly find it in him to make eye contact for what he has left to say, but:

"Zelos, I don't want to lose you. Even if I stay, that's what'll happen. Like this, we can fight for a chance. We can make our own lives. It's possible, I know it is."