[One hand balls into a fist, the other painfully tight on Kratos' wrist. He knows what that means. The pity, the parallels Zelos hates to have made on his own long ago.]
Don't you dare make that face at me! I am better than you! At least I decided to do something! We're nothing alike, don't even think it!
[He would never abandon family. Not like Kratos. Not like his own father. Never. Even what he did for Cruxis was for Seles, so she'd be comfortable and protected as Chosen. So no, they're nothing alike. Not where it counts.]
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[One hand balls into a fist, the other painfully tight on Kratos' wrist. He knows what that means. The pity, the parallels Zelos hates to have made on his own long ago.]
Don't you dare make that face at me! I am better than you! At least I decided to do something! We're nothing alike, don't even think it!
[He would never abandon family. Not like Kratos. Not like his own father. Never. Even what he did for Cruxis was for Seles, so she'd be comfortable and protected as Chosen. So no, they're nothing alike. Not where it counts.]