[ There's no hero worship, no semblance of reverence in the way he stares. Zelos was his comrade-in-arms he speaks to him like one, approaching no differently than he would anyone else— he's used to being a heretic, and it's easy enough to ignore his crowd of fans because he's pretty much immune to the idle grumbling. He's dealt with it before, and they sure as hell didn't matter anyway.
His focus stays where it counts, and the only small reprieve he has is that his should-be ex-roommate recognizes him and seems slightly more in his element. ]
I— yeah? I don't... [ His words are shaky, eyes growing wide. Zelos was the one who was supposed to have answers here, and instead he's met with a question and it sets his gut churning with a slow dread. He reaches out, hand wrapping into Zelos' sleeve with a vicegrip (was he real? he felt real) as the urgency starts to blindside him. ] Wh— Where are we?
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His focus stays where it counts, and the only small reprieve he has is that his should-be ex-roommate recognizes him and seems slightly more in his element. ]
I— yeah? I don't... [ His words are shaky, eyes growing wide. Zelos was the one who was supposed to have answers here, and instead he's met with a question and it sets his gut churning with a slow dread. He reaches out, hand wrapping into Zelos' sleeve with a vicegrip (was he real? he felt real) as the urgency starts to blindside him. ] Wh— Where are we?