Oh yeah. Mithos and I go way back. You could say we're old friends.
[If friends plot genocide, that is.
He's incredibly unsettled, his eyes remaining on the shorter blonde. He hates this form more than Yggdrasil, really. Looking like Colette, so unassuming and wide-eyed and innocent. What a joke. All that keeps Zelos calm is the fear that Mithos might tell Zelda exactly how far Zelos had gone. He'd told her he almost messed everything up but Mithos knew the entire extent. He couldn't antagonize him outright or he'd call Zelos out for what he really is: A traitor.
The redhead steps aside, allowing the other two access to the house. Even if he can't stand the thought of Mithos being there, holding Zelda's hand (he can clearly picture himself cutting the offending hand off, for that matter) he has to know when Mithos is from, has to make sure he's not from after they'd finally killed the little bastard.]
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[If friends plot genocide, that is.
He's incredibly unsettled, his eyes remaining on the shorter blonde. He hates this form more than Yggdrasil, really. Looking like Colette, so unassuming and wide-eyed and innocent. What a joke. All that keeps Zelos calm is the fear that Mithos might tell Zelda exactly how far Zelos had gone. He'd told her he almost messed everything up but Mithos knew the entire extent. He couldn't antagonize him outright or he'd call Zelos out for what he really is: A traitor.
The redhead steps aside, allowing the other two access to the house. Even if he can't stand the thought of Mithos being there, holding Zelda's hand (he can clearly picture himself cutting the offending hand off, for that matter) he has to know when Mithos is from, has to make sure he's not from after they'd finally killed the little bastard.]