[Even in his torn up state, even knowing Mithos could very well do him in right there, Zelos almost lunges, almost opens his mouth for a wicked retort. He's seeing red. His sister, his sister. How Mithos could be so hypocritical and threaten his sister like that makes his blood boil.
It's a good thing even the small step he begins to take sends him sprawling, the small breath he takes to snap starts him coughing and groaning on ground. Once again shown his place by Mithos. Once again rescued, one way or another.
By Ky of all people.
Damn but he feels stupid. So stupid. Why can't he keep his mouth shut? What happened to sitting by and letting the world turn, throwing his weight behind who was likely to win? Lloyd really had changed him but he wonders, as he's continually wondered since that day on Derris Kharlan - no, since that night in Flanoir when he'd finally made his decision - whether the change was for the better or the worse.]
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It's a good thing even the small step he begins to take sends him sprawling, the small breath he takes to snap starts him coughing and groaning on ground. Once again shown his place by Mithos. Once again rescued, one way or another.
By Ky of all people.
Damn but he feels stupid. So stupid. Why can't he keep his mouth shut? What happened to sitting by and letting the world turn, throwing his weight behind who was likely to win? Lloyd really had changed him but he wonders, as he's continually wondered since that day on Derris Kharlan - no, since that night in Flanoir when he'd finally made his decision - whether the change was for the better or the worse.]