Still a mess of emotions, but feeling the way Sheena reins her side of the link, Zelos decides to play a little game of masks and fabricates as much disbelief and amusement in his core to pass along to Sheena while hiding his discomfort and whatever the hell the other thing is behind it.

He laughs, something short and mocking, and nods his head along. "Oh, well. At least now we're making more sense, aren't we?" Zelos pushes himself to sit straighter and flaps one hand about. "I don't know how it is in your world, or whatever, but this whole talk about meeting Schrödinger's God is a little bit ridiculous if you ask me. Like, holy shit"--he laughs and dramatically sets that hand on his chest, apologetic expression exaggerated--"so sorry, honey, but I'm just pretty sure the Architect just doesn't exist."

Next, Zelos crosses his arms, pouts, and sets his hand under his chin as if pensive. One finger rises to tap at his chin. "But, well, if you wanted to fuck up a long-running natural system of power-dynamics and political agendas, I'd say you have to kill a few kings, or stage a coup here and there. Basically change the entirety of society as we know it." Seriously and with a nod, Zelos shrugs. "No biggie, right? That's just kind of how it is on this bitch of a world."