Of all the things that Zelos had expected to happen, this isn't it. Lloyd's demeanour completely changes in only a second--posture straight, face blank, heart miles away--and it's enough for Zelos to suddenly stop, eyes widening at the sight. This is nothing like what Zelos has ever seen of him before. It's nothing like what Lloyd has ever shown him. This, it's impersonal, it's distant, it's-- it's--
It's the beginning of the end, a panicked part of Zelos' mind screams against the rain.
Just like that, with that single statement, it's like his mind blooms like a parasitic flower spreading disease. Why did he ever have to open his big, stupid mouth? Why did he have to keep digging somewhere that would only lead to their doom? Why? Why did he have to cling onto his anger? Why scream at Lloyd? Why didn't he do anything differently? Why did he scream? Why? Why? Why?
This blank look that Lloyd has never worn before, directed at Zelos--it just means that Lloyd has to hate him. He has always hated Zelos. It's the only explanation. Why is he even here? Maybe the only reason Lloyd even considered him was he was just nostalgic for something that's already dead and buried, and he didn't know better. Maybe that's why he didn't even make an effort to contact the lord before, only kept here through some misguided loyalty the knight is already letting go of, some idealism that was far away from reality itself. A reality brought by Zelos' hand. Because really, why would Lloyd ever want to keep going on this journey with someone who only knows how to be uncooperative and generally unpleasant to be around? Why would anyone?
Lloyd is disgusted with him. That must be it. If he knows what's good for him then he's going to leave the redhead behind.
And that will only be Zelos' fault.
No, not Lloyd. No. No, no, no, no no no he can't go, he can't leave Zelos now, not here, please don't go--
Zelos doesn't think; looking like a terrified animal, he springs to the exit and crashes against the door in his desperate attempt to bolt it out of the room, rushing out into the inn, then out into the rain. It's cold, but he doesn't care. It's dark, but that doesn't matter. What grabs a hold of him is a desperate need to not look at that blank face anymore, a terror so profound that urges him to stop this from happening as soon as possible.
Because, in his mind, it's not like Lloyd can leave him behind if he's not even here to be left behind, right?
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It's the beginning of the end, a panicked part of Zelos' mind screams against the rain.
Just like that, with that single statement, it's like his mind blooms like a parasitic flower spreading disease. Why did he ever have to open his big, stupid mouth? Why did he have to keep digging somewhere that would only lead to their doom? Why? Why did he have to cling onto his anger? Why scream at Lloyd? Why didn't he do anything differently? Why did he scream? Why? Why? Why?
This blank look that Lloyd has never worn before, directed at Zelos--it just means that Lloyd has to hate him. He has always hated Zelos. It's the only explanation. Why is he even here? Maybe the only reason Lloyd even considered him was he was just nostalgic for something that's already dead and buried, and he didn't know better. Maybe that's why he didn't even make an effort to contact the lord before, only kept here through some misguided loyalty the knight is already letting go of, some idealism that was far away from reality itself. A reality brought by Zelos' hand. Because really, why would Lloyd ever want to keep going on this journey with someone who only knows how to be uncooperative and generally unpleasant to be around? Why would anyone?
Lloyd is disgusted with him. That must be it. If he knows what's good for him then he's going to leave the redhead behind.
And that will only be Zelos' fault.
Zelos doesn't think; looking like a terrified animal, he springs to the exit and crashes against the door in his desperate attempt to bolt it out of the room, rushing out into the inn, then out into the rain. It's cold, but he doesn't care. It's dark, but that doesn't matter. What grabs a hold of him is a desperate need to not look at that blank face anymore, a terror so profound that urges him to stop this from happening as soon as possible.
Because, in his mind, it's not like Lloyd can leave him behind if he's not even here to be left behind, right?