Okay, Lloyd's words are-- they're true, actually. They ring right, and with that, Zelos becomes even more distressed. Cold self-loathing trickles down his spine like raindrops on the window's glass, pulling his heart down. He's started something here that he's not sure how to end, and both his pride and terror are the only things that push him onwards into the fight.

"I don't know, Lloyd! I don't know a goddamn thing!" he shouts again, raising his arms into the air. He tries to ignore how badly the last of Lloyd's words hurt, because-- god, no no no, Lloyd, he doesn't hate you, he could never, he just-- "What you've been doing is treating all of this as some kind of fucking roadtrip instead of focusing on the task at hand! And then you think I'm going to agree to telling everyone that I killed you?! Holy shit, Lloyd, what kind of solution to anything is that!"