Lloyd is telling the truth. He's being rational, and logical, and Zelos knows that, should he want to go back, then this plan is sound. Lloyd cannot go back now that he's abandoned his life, lest he wishes to face certain death. It is the only way.
But... Zelos still doesn't want to go back. Good god, what happened? This has gone completely out of control, and the sound of his own blood rushing into his ears is enough for Zelos to feel like he's already drowning in regrets. He doesn't want any of this, doesn't want Lloyd assuming things that he doesn't know anything about, doesn't want to be forced into choices that aren't really choices and instead only appear to be so, doesn't like disturbing things bubbling under the surface that should best be left alone. And it's Lloyd even suggesting to take Zelos all the way back that pisses him off, but there's something else there, one more thing that's like a needle digging into his skin.
Because leaving him behind like that might as well count as leaving him for dead. And what the fuck is Lloyd saying, that nobody would miss him if he died? Is he fucking serious? What about when Zelos gets caught up in the lie, mourning for someone who is very much alive, but now completely out of his reach?
The fact that Lloyd would even allow himself to think like that leaves a disgusting taste in Zelos' mouth.
"Don't say that," he snaps, voice clear and loud and booming in the room as if it were thunder itself, backed by the rain and the sudden silence he's cut in half. Zelos feels his hands curling into fists at his sides, a growl in his throat, a glare in his eyes as he once again loses himself in a misplaced rage he cannot control or redirect. "Don't say that! What is wrong with you?! Don't you ever say that!"
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But... Zelos still doesn't want to go back. Good god, what happened? This has gone completely out of control, and the sound of his own blood rushing into his ears is enough for Zelos to feel like he's already drowning in regrets. He doesn't want any of this, doesn't want Lloyd assuming things that he doesn't know anything about, doesn't want to be forced into choices that aren't really choices and instead only appear to be so, doesn't like disturbing things bubbling under the surface that should best be left alone. And it's Lloyd even suggesting to take Zelos all the way back that pisses him off, but there's something else there, one more thing that's like a needle digging into his skin.
Because leaving him behind like that might as well count as leaving him for dead. And what the fuck is Lloyd saying, that nobody would miss him if he died? Is he fucking serious? What about when Zelos gets caught up in the lie, mourning for someone who is very much alive, but now completely out of his reach?
The fact that Lloyd would even allow himself to think like that leaves a disgusting taste in Zelos' mouth.
"Don't say that," he snaps, voice clear and loud and booming in the room as if it were thunder itself, backed by the rain and the sudden silence he's cut in half. Zelos feels his hands curling into fists at his sides, a growl in his throat, a glare in his eyes as he once again loses himself in a misplaced rage he cannot control or redirect. "Don't say that! What is wrong with you?! Don't you ever say that!"