[When Zelos gets to his feet, Lloyd does, too, and it's hard to resist the urge to reach out to him, catch his arm and reassure himself that his friend is still there, still alive, his skin still warm to the touch.]
Zelos, I don't think you can look much worse than how you looked after... after that. You were dead.
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Zelos, I don't think you can look much worse than how you looked after... after that. You were dead.