Family matters are always such a hassle, is what Zelos thinks the moment Anna and Lloyd fuck off to the side and away from him. They obviously desire privacy, so Zelos stays put next to the Fayth chamber, sighs, crosses his arms, and shuts his eyes gently. Fine, fine. They can have their chat, and he'll make do by bringing his thoughts elsewhere to avoid accidentally listening in to the two's conversation.
Naturally, his thoughts wander to Sheena, his summoner.
He taps his fingers against his forearm and hums, brows furrowing. It's... been quite a while since she went into the chamber, actually. Besaid's Aeon is-- that'd be Undine, right? Hm. Well, Undine isn't supposed to be one of the more difficult ones to convince--in fact, according to most summoners Zelos has met, she seems pretty agreeable--so a regular summoner wouldn't have taken longer than a few minutes in there pleading their cause before walking out with their new Aeon on tow. That's part of why it's pretty standard for most young summoners to start their pilgrimage in Besaid, then leaving the more rowdy Aeons, like Bahamut, for last.
But, Zelos thinks, opening his eyes to stare at the marble floors, Sheena is... she's not any regular summoner, firstly. And that's a problem. Because Corrine or not, she's still an Al Bhed, an outlier to the tradition. It makes no sense, but-- maybe the Aeons will be putting her through harsher, more thorough trials just because of that, or something. Like her wishes and will are worthless, or like she needs to fill some stupid special quota to seem worthy just because she's different.
Honestly, Martelism is all just a bunch of fucking sh--
A loud noise and sudden movement snap Zelos to alertness. Violet eyes shoot open just as the door to the Fayth chamber opens, and Zelos wastes no time in pushing himself away from the wall and turning on his heel to face the chamber, ready for the exact moment when Sheena's whole weight collapses against him as she exits the chamber. Holy Martel, she feels exhausted. "Oop, hold on," he groans, adjusting the summoner in his arms before lowering her to the staircase to help her sit on the steps.
"There we go, hun. Catch your breath," he adds. After a few seconds Zelos offers her a little grin, then a pat on her shoulder. "You good?"
I hate you all. What the fuck is a family? Bitch I'm gonna kill you
Naturally, his thoughts wander to Sheena, his summoner.
He taps his fingers against his forearm and hums, brows furrowing. It's... been quite a while since she went into the chamber, actually. Besaid's Aeon is-- that'd be Undine, right? Hm. Well, Undine isn't supposed to be one of the more difficult ones to convince--in fact, according to most summoners Zelos has met, she seems pretty agreeable--so a regular summoner wouldn't have taken longer than a few minutes in there pleading their cause before walking out with their new Aeon on tow. That's part of why it's pretty standard for most young summoners to start their pilgrimage in Besaid, then leaving the more rowdy Aeons, like Bahamut, for last.
But, Zelos thinks, opening his eyes to stare at the marble floors, Sheena is... she's not any regular summoner, firstly. And that's a problem. Because Corrine or not, she's still an Al Bhed, an outlier to the tradition. It makes no sense, but-- maybe the Aeons will be putting her through harsher, more thorough trials just because of that, or something. Like her wishes and will are worthless, or like she needs to fill some stupid special quota to seem worthy just because she's different.
Honestly, Martelism is all just a bunch of fucking sh--
A loud noise and sudden movement snap Zelos to alertness. Violet eyes shoot open just as the door to the Fayth chamber opens, and Zelos wastes no time in pushing himself away from the wall and turning on his heel to face the chamber, ready for the exact moment when Sheena's whole weight collapses against him as she exits the chamber. Holy Martel, she feels exhausted. "Oop, hold on," he groans, adjusting the summoner in his arms before lowering her to the staircase to help her sit on the steps.
"There we go, hun. Catch your breath," he adds. After a few seconds Zelos offers her a little grin, then a pat on her shoulder. "You good?"