Oh? What's this? An excuse for them to leave Kilika like, right now? Immediately? Well, holy shit; this is perfect! As soon as Anna suggests that, before even hearing her reasoning, Zelos is already grinning and nodding away, wholeheartedly agreeing even when Sheena looks his way. "Sure! I don't mind at all," he confirms, just for good measure. "Changing the order of factors does not change the product, right?"
Now comes the question of transportation. The original plan was to pray in the temple and leave, so it's still early enough in the day that they will definitely be able to catch a ferry. Sheena sounds worried, but Zelos dismissively waves a hand around in the air, chuckling. "Kilika's a bigger island than Besaid; they're definitely bound to have several ports along their beaches." He shrugs, focusing on and smiling at Sheena as if he were trying to ease her worries. "Sin's attack was concentrated in one beach. If we hurry along to the south, we should be able to find one that wasn't affected by it, and then easily hitch a ride."
Zelos is very, very pleased when no one in this trio has any objections to that plan, so he gains a slight spring to his step as they make their way south to a port that can ferry them down. The only things in the air as they walk are their idle chitchat and the sounds of nature around them as they go inland, all enveloping them whole until they break into a beach, the unaffected sailors readying their boats. Here, finding and hitching a ride isn't hard--hell, they don't even have to raise a finger to get on board.
Preparations done and the passengers on board, their ferry leaves Kilika just a little before noon. Zelos stands at the back of the boat, a hand around his necklace, watching the island slowly fade in the distance as they get further away from its southern beach. Honestly, it feels weird to be departing this soon, but maybe word of his presence has only extended to the temple and not anywhere else. Definitely nowhere on the boats, though; no one's bothered to come check on the Guado hanging out at the back. So far so good, Zelos thinks. And hey, maybe this way no one will bother him and he can try his luck on Besaid--you know, settle down, enjoy life while it lasts?
Alright, then. Only one thing to do about that.
He lets go of the necklace and focuses on undoing his robe and outer layers of clothing, revealing a lighter and more travel-friendly outfit underneath that he'd changed into before leaving. The fresh, otherwise disgustingly salty breeze of the sea feels way better than he remembers it now that he's not covered with the goddamn horrible garments. Zelos fixes his hair, plucks away stray leaves, and then sets it up in a high ponytail. It's hot, okay? Just for the rest of the trip. And, now that he thinks about that--he kicks away the Guado robes off the deck and into the ocean with a "Whoop".
That felt good, didn't it? What a relief. With that taken care of, Zelos now reaches back up for the necklace and, without hesitation, rips it away from his neck with a satisfying click.
Humming and with one eyebrow raised, Zelos looks down at the offending piece of jewelry. The Martelite symbol of the church stares back at him on his hand as he examines it. Look at this thing, Zelos thinks. It's not just useless and caging, it's also damn ugly to boot. What a piece of garbage, really. He tosses it into the air, catching it once, twice, three times before he holds it tight in his fist, winding his arm back and then quickly throwing the necklace off the boat to join his clothes at the bottom of the ocean.
Plip, it sinks into the water. So long, Martel. See you never.
Zelos sets his hands on his hips and grins. "Nice."
YOU'RE THE ONES WHO STARTED THIS MESS
Now comes the question of transportation. The original plan was to pray in the temple and leave, so it's still early enough in the day that they will definitely be able to catch a ferry. Sheena sounds worried, but Zelos dismissively waves a hand around in the air, chuckling. "Kilika's a bigger island than Besaid; they're definitely bound to have several ports along their beaches." He shrugs, focusing on and smiling at Sheena as if he were trying to ease her worries. "Sin's attack was concentrated in one beach. If we hurry along to the south, we should be able to find one that wasn't affected by it, and then easily hitch a ride."
Zelos is very, very pleased when no one in this trio has any objections to that plan, so he gains a slight spring to his step as they make their way south to a port that can ferry them down. The only things in the air as they walk are their idle chitchat and the sounds of nature around them as they go inland, all enveloping them whole until they break into a beach, the unaffected sailors readying their boats. Here, finding and hitching a ride isn't hard--hell, they don't even have to raise a finger to get on board.
Preparations done and the passengers on board, their ferry leaves Kilika just a little before noon. Zelos stands at the back of the boat, a hand around his necklace, watching the island slowly fade in the distance as they get further away from its southern beach. Honestly, it feels weird to be departing this soon, but maybe word of his presence has only extended to the temple and not anywhere else. Definitely nowhere on the boats, though; no one's bothered to come check on the Guado hanging out at the back. So far so good, Zelos thinks. And hey, maybe this way no one will bother him and he can try his luck on Besaid--you know, settle down, enjoy life while it lasts?
Alright, then. Only one thing to do about that.
He lets go of the necklace and focuses on undoing his robe and outer layers of clothing, revealing a lighter and more travel-friendly outfit underneath that he'd changed into before leaving. The fresh, otherwise disgustingly salty breeze of the sea feels way better than he remembers it now that he's not covered with the goddamn horrible garments. Zelos fixes his hair, plucks away stray leaves, and then sets it up in a high ponytail. It's hot, okay? Just for the rest of the trip. And, now that he thinks about that--he kicks away the Guado robes off the deck and into the ocean with a "Whoop".
That felt good, didn't it? What a relief. With that taken care of, Zelos now reaches back up for the necklace and, without hesitation, rips it away from his neck with a satisfying click.
Humming and with one eyebrow raised, Zelos looks down at the offending piece of jewelry. The Martelite symbol of the church stares back at him on his hand as he examines it. Look at this thing, Zelos thinks. It's not just useless and caging, it's also damn ugly to boot. What a piece of garbage, really. He tosses it into the air, catching it once, twice, three times before he holds it tight in his fist, winding his arm back and then quickly throwing the necklace off the boat to join his clothes at the bottom of the ocean.
Plip, it sinks into the water. So long, Martel. See you never.
Zelos sets his hands on his hips and grins. "Nice."