As the Aeon leads them both to Besaid's temple Zelos starts to wonder if following Corrine really is best course of action. Like, the idea of being recognized and dealing with religious nutcases again? Not very fun! But, hey--if memory serves him right, then there should at least be one person in this horrid place whom they could go to for help and safe passage through the temple itself, without needing to go through the hoops of hiding Sheena's eyes. Hopefully she hasn't left the island yet.
But, alright. Whatever. Corrine leads them to the back of the temple, over where the infirmary is, and that's when Zelos starts to relax a little. He can hear some murmurs from behind the curtain in the middle of the room; two he recognizes, another he does not. Well, makes sense that they'd bring Anna here, at least. And there's a single white mage around these parts that Zelos would think of that'd help a drunken guardian fallen overboard. Anna should be good as new soon.
Well, then! Might as well go for it. Fuck it.
He pulls the curtain open--
--and promptly falls on his ass as a cup hits him right on the forehead, the force of the impact causing him to see white hot pain behind his eyelids for a second before it spreads. Zelos yelps, then groans and whines and swears under his breath, both hands flying up to press against his hurting forehead. "Son of a bitch!" he shouts, curling into himself. "Augh, fuck! Not the face! Fuck, whyyyyyy!"
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But, alright. Whatever. Corrine leads them to the back of the temple, over where the infirmary is, and that's when Zelos starts to relax a little. He can hear some murmurs from behind the curtain in the middle of the room; two he recognizes, another he does not. Well, makes sense that they'd bring Anna here, at least. And there's a single white mage around these parts that Zelos would think of that'd help a drunken guardian fallen overboard. Anna should be good as new soon.
Well, then! Might as well go for it. Fuck it.
He pulls the curtain open--
--and promptly falls on his ass as a cup hits him right on the forehead, the force of the impact causing him to see white hot pain behind his eyelids for a second before it spreads. Zelos yelps, then groans and whines and swears under his breath, both hands flying up to press against his hurting forehead. "Son of a bitch!" he shouts, curling into himself. "Augh, fuck! Not the face! Fuck, whyyyyyy!"