Holy shit, people, Zelos was being sarcastic. These plans on how to actually take down the blade system and society itself weren't actual, real things that he'd thought these people would be stupid enough to try or even consider, but apparently idiocy runs rampant in the human gene.

Zelos' jaw drops. Anna wants to fix this, wants to stop the war. Her words alone are already stopping Zelos' ether pulse for a second with how fucking serious and determined she sounds, but then when Lloyd speaks again, addresses him directly, and Zelos actually feels his jaw slam back closed and his breath hitch. Embarrassingly enough, Zelos feels his cheeks heat up again at the direct mention of his own pain and this 'something better' that Lloyd claims he deserves. So he grits his teeth, suddenly finds it hard to breathe. Because... they're serious. They're all serious, if the lack of malice in Sheena's side of the emotional link is anything to go by, too.

Oh, Architect above, this is too much to handle.

So Zelos decides not to handle it.

"Ugh--you know what? Whatever!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air in hopes that it'll distract from the orange glow on his cheeks. Then he hastily reaches for his gloves, slipping them back on as quickly as he can, looking away with his eyes closed and brow furrowed as if offended. "It's become perfectly clear to me that none of you are gonna listen to the voice of reason here, since you're all so dead-set on doing stupid shit in the first place!"

That said and without waiting for an actual answer, Zelos then goes to push himself to stand, dusting himself off. He grumbles under his breath. "But whatever, I don't care. I'm not your fucking babysitter anyway. But at least let's just stop wasting time and get back to the main task at hand, yeah?" Zelos claps his hands. "So get moving, people! We got so many Tethe'allans chasing us!"

And with that he scoffs again and walks off in the opposite direction that they came from, not waiting for anyone else.