[She expects one of two reactions: for Zelos to pull something ridiculous or for him to get angry. Looks like he's opted for anger. She's quiet while he rattles on, knowing in part that he's right, but also disagreeing with bits of it. Whether it's for her own peace of mind that she does or because it's actually untrue depends on which bit.
Except that it isn't pity.]
I don't pity people, Zelos. But if you want to start pulling this stuff, then fine.
[She tries to keep the annoyance out of her tone, succeeding only partly. Damnit, Zelos! She holds up her hand to mimic his little show, only going in reverse as far as the gesture goes. She starts with her thumb.]
First off, I don't like it when you harass me because I don't like that, but I still wandered the world with you.
[Tick.]
Because I was pretty sure you didn't want me to let anyone know and I respect that. It's not for someone else.
[Tick.]
You're right, I wouldn't. Maybe I do have a cause, but it's not pity.
[Tick.]
Bringing up Lloyd every time is really childish; I don't even know what you have against the fact that maybe I am, or maybe I went with you in the end.
[Tick. All fingers up, palm facing Zelos.]
I don't pity you, and so what if maybe I feel a bit sorry for you? That's not the same thing. Pity doesn't understand, and I am sorry--
[She lowers her voice, gaze flicking elsewhere for half a second.]
--Sorry that you had to go through that, because no one deserves it, and that's not the same as "oh, poor you". There's nothing I can do about that though, and I know. The only thing I can do is be your friend, and probably start getting on your case when you start talking like this so you don't dig your hole any deeper.
[She can't stay serious, not when this is a public place and she knows she doesn't want to embarrass herself. Zelos doesn't need that kinda thing, either. She lowers her voice further, all but whispering.]
I'm a screw up, Zelos, but I'm a genuine person.
[Shoulders sagging, she sets her hand in her lap and picks herself up from the couch.]
Even if I'm not a very good one, if you think I'd sit around feeling sorry for you just to be sorry. I don't give charity cheer-ups or whatever you think this was. I guess concern doesn't compare to pretty girls, huh?
[She says this airily, her voice not quite solid as if it doesn't matter, and forces the smile. It's okay to lean on people sometimes, and they won't all disappear. But if he'd rather pity himself, then fine. She'll let him do that. Her usual methods involve a lot of shouting and violence--not suited to public places. Or not right now, anyway.]
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Except that it isn't pity.]
I don't pity people, Zelos. But if you want to start pulling this stuff, then fine.
[She tries to keep the annoyance out of her tone, succeeding only partly. Damnit, Zelos! She holds up her hand to mimic his little show, only going in reverse as far as the gesture goes. She starts with her thumb.]
First off, I don't like it when you harass me because I don't like that, but I still wandered the world with you.
[Tick.]
Because I was pretty sure you didn't want me to let anyone know and I respect that. It's not for someone else.
[Tick.]
You're right, I wouldn't. Maybe I do have a cause, but it's not pity.
[Tick.]
Bringing up Lloyd every time is really childish; I don't even know what you have against the fact that maybe I am, or maybe I went with you in the end.
[Tick. All fingers up, palm facing Zelos.]
I don't pity you, and so what if maybe I feel a bit sorry for you? That's not the same thing. Pity doesn't understand, and I am sorry--
[She lowers her voice, gaze flicking elsewhere for half a second.]
--Sorry that you had to go through that, because no one deserves it, and that's not the same as "oh, poor you". There's nothing I can do about that though, and I know. The only thing I can do is be your friend, and probably start getting on your case when you start talking like this so you don't dig your hole any deeper.
[She can't stay serious, not when this is a public place and she knows she doesn't want to embarrass herself. Zelos doesn't need that kinda thing, either. She lowers her voice further, all but whispering.]
I'm a screw up, Zelos, but I'm a genuine person.
[Shoulders sagging, she sets her hand in her lap and picks herself up from the couch.]
Even if I'm not a very good one, if you think I'd sit around feeling sorry for you just to be sorry. I don't give charity cheer-ups or whatever you think this was. I guess concern doesn't compare to pretty girls, huh?
[She says this airily, her voice not quite solid as if it doesn't matter, and forces the smile. It's okay to lean on people sometimes, and they won't all disappear. But if he'd rather pity himself, then fine. She'll let him do that. Her usual methods involve a lot of shouting and violence--not suited to public places. Or not right now, anyway.]