"That's not it, Zelos!" Lloyd cries out, hurt at Zelos' assumption that he would ever ditch him like that, at being called selfish even though everything he's done during this whole trip has been done with Zelos in mind. "You know that's not it! I just want you to be happy, and you seem so - so fucking miserable here," Lloyd lowers his voice again, clinging desperately to his composure, trying to avoid the trap of yelling back. "I'm not gonna take you back if you don't want to go back, but I'm not a goddamn mind reader! What do you want from me?"

Stepping back as Zelos moves into his space, Lloyd tries not to let his anxiety get the best of him as he begins to shake a little, swallowing hard and crossing his arms. He forces himself to keep eye contact with Zelos, at least, trying to keep his expression open and controlled, but ultimately failing in the grand scheme of being panicked and upset. This feels wrong, arguing with Zelos like this, like he used to argue with his father, all sharp words and assumptions. "I've tried to talk to you and understand what I can help with, but I can't go off of nothing. And do you really think so lowly of me that you think I'd just ditch you? Why would I bring you with me from the start if all I cared about was some fucking prize? Honestly, Zelos, it's like you fucking hate me!"