The sudden lurch catches Zelos completely off-guard, and he stumbles about without anywhere to hold onto, arms flailing about until Sheena catches him. Instinctively, he clings to her and then reaches for the railing, fighting for purchase until the rest of the sea's tantrum is done with.
Once the ferry settles, the tension releases Zelos so suddenly that it leaves him trembling when he lets go of the railing. Oh man, his arms are going to hurt in the morning, he's sure of it. And Martel almighty, that was fucking terrifying. His position is still unsteady and unbalanced against Sheena, but he tries to straighten up when she protests against him being here, maneuvering them until she looks up to his face and--
Sheena's pupils are spirals.
He blinks, stupefied for a moment as he takes that new bit of information in. Sure, the colour itself should've been a sign, but it's not like green eyes are exclusive to the Al Bhed. That re-contextualizes everything. Sheena, an Al Bhed. What the hell is an Al Bhed doing willingly putting herself through the pilgrimage, ready to die for a world that despises her kind for no fucking reason whatsoever? What does she care? How was she expecting to get through the more religiously overzealous settlements?
"What do you think you're doing?" he mumbles privately for her, eyes narrowed as he continues looking at the spirals in her eyes. "You're an Al Bhed. You could be killed for this, you know."
God he got left behind in Zanarkand
Once the ferry settles, the tension releases Zelos so suddenly that it leaves him trembling when he lets go of the railing. Oh man, his arms are going to hurt in the morning, he's sure of it. And Martel almighty, that was fucking terrifying. His position is still unsteady and unbalanced against Sheena, but he tries to straighten up when she protests against him being here, maneuvering them until she looks up to his face and--
Sheena's pupils are spirals.
He blinks, stupefied for a moment as he takes that new bit of information in. Sure, the colour itself should've been a sign, but it's not like green eyes are exclusive to the Al Bhed. That re-contextualizes everything. Sheena, an Al Bhed. What the hell is an Al Bhed doing willingly putting herself through the pilgrimage, ready to die for a world that despises her kind for no fucking reason whatsoever? What does she care? How was she expecting to get through the more religiously overzealous settlements?
"What do you think you're doing?" he mumbles privately for her, eyes narrowed as he continues looking at the spirals in her eyes. "You're an Al Bhed. You could be killed for this, you know."